The one that matters
I have awesome readers/commenters. Just saying. You are all awesome.
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My cold/sinus thing has still not gone away, but my voice has. I can speak in gravelly tones, but nothing normal and certainly nothing high. Not only is this frustrating in general, but I notice that Kate isn’t responding to me. We usually shriek at each other and she squeals at my silliness… but she has no interest in this frog voice of mine. It’s depressing.
Last night I just couldn’t stop coughing, I woke everyone up with it. Kate started playing with toys and Den grumbled and growled. I ended up moving Kate and I to her room so he could get some sleep. We played quietly in the dark until she got sleepy and I figured it was time to attempt laying down again. Days aren’t so bad anymore, I think I’m on the way out of this… but the drainage and coughing and unable to breathe at night is just killing me.
On the good side, despite my concerns Kate has not gotten this cold. Apparently the immunities from my breastmilk are hard at work.
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Kate’s sleep continues to improve. My commenters had some good ideas and had me thinking things over and I had a lightbulb moment. We’ve been stuck inside much much more than usual lately, from snow storms and then with me getting sick. It’s not that she was napping too much – she still needs all that sleep – it’s that she wasn’t being active enough while awake. I’ve made an effort the last few days to get out, even though I still feel rather like dog poo, even if it’s just to the store to walk around. When we’re out she whines less, goes longer between naps, and she’s sleeping WAY better at night. Way, WAY better. She still wakes frequently, but it’s not restlessly, not fighting me. She wakes briefly, nurses, falls right back asleep. This I can handle. (Plus I’m not sure how much she’s waking up at night because of me coughing and snorting. I have a feeling it’s quite a bit.) I’m sure that wasn’t the whole problem, but it certainly was not helping.
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I really appreciate those rare occasions when I get to be around people who parent in a similar way. I feel like I do what’s right for Kate, but when everyone around you is telling you you’re screwing up your kid it’s hard not to have self-doubt floating around in there. (And no, they don’t say that outright… just a lot of the “You HAVE to…” or the eye-rolls or the warnings.) It’s just nice to be validated, I guess… to know that it’s okay. I think I’m getting more and more prickly about anyone who says you have to do something a specific way (safety issues like carseats notwithstanding). Food, sleep, toys, babywearing, on and on… I notice how different babies are.
For instance, I read so many AP books that I agreed with in general stating that babies should be carried facing in towards your body. All their reasoning made perfect sense. And when Kate was tired as an infant, she agreed with it. But when she was awake she wanted to be facing OUT. All their reasoning and warnings be damned, my child had apparently not read the book. There are breastfed babies who really do go 4 hours between feedings, and those like mine who want to eat every hour. There are nursed-to-sleep babies who sleep through the night at 3 weeks old… and those who just don’t. There are babies who really do need to be swaddled… and then babies who will throw the biggest fit in the world. Some babies really do need a schedule… some are totally cool with just going with the flow.
Kate, with her spirited personality, always made it very clear to us what we needed to do, and we learned very quickly that the baby being happy and content was the only thing that mattered. We just did it by instinct because there was hell to pay if we didn’t. But I think it’s taken me until now to really get it. Books and friends and family and even what you did last time… it’s all great to know, but in the end the person you need to listen to is the baby.
