Well, that's what I get for opening my big mouth. While My Little Man is sans pacifier these days, he definitely is not going down easy. Tonight was "okay". He cried...and I mean waled...for only 7 minutes. Friday night....not so "okay". He cried and cried for about a half hour.
To add to that, car rides used to equal cat naps but without the pacifier he doesn't fall asleep. He has to be dead tired to pass out in the car now. This does not bode well for our upcoming vacation, where we plan to drive 6 hours to visit family...Yeap, that's going to be a night trip.
To get him to fall asleep now, my hubby and I have to be very quiet. If he hears noise, he starts crying again. In fact, I think he can hear my typing right now. On no...he's crying again. This is what my life has resorted to. Creeping around my own house. Ugh. The crying is getting louder.
Time to go.... :/
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Pacifier Be Gone
So, I am happy to say that we have successfully weaned My Little Man (MLM) off of the pacifier (a.ka. pacey, binkie, my saving grace). In commenting to another mommy's post, I had to reflect on the situation, because in the end, I think it was harder for me than it was him.
I was so apprehensive to go cold-turkey but he's nearing 18 months and I knew the time had come. If I let him keep it, there was no telling how emotionally attached he'd become. It would only get harder from here on out. So, we did it. He was only using it for bedtime and naps at this point.
It went so well. The first night he cried only for 25 minutes. Granted, that felt like an eternity for me, but after that he went to bed. The past few nights, he's gone down in just a few minutes.
Here I was, completely worried that he was going to go baby postal on me, and he was a champ. So, who is really emotionally attached to our children's pacifiers--them or us?
I was so apprehensive to go cold-turkey but he's nearing 18 months and I knew the time had come. If I let him keep it, there was no telling how emotionally attached he'd become. It would only get harder from here on out. So, we did it. He was only using it for bedtime and naps at this point.
It went so well. The first night he cried only for 25 minutes. Granted, that felt like an eternity for me, but after that he went to bed. The past few nights, he's gone down in just a few minutes.
Here I was, completely worried that he was going to go baby postal on me, and he was a champ. So, who is really emotionally attached to our children's pacifiers--them or us?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Forgetfulness: A Consequence of Motherhood
I don't know about other moms, but I feel like I forget a lot more ever since I've become a mom. It's as if My Little Man (MLM) now has claim to 20% of my brain; therefore, leaving other parts of my life forgotten.
Twice today I have forgotten something I was supposed to do. When going to visit my sister, she asked me to bring over my husband's saw which she needed to decorate her nursery (she's expecting her first :). I totally acknowledged the request yesterday and a part of me thought that I should put that tool in my car right away before I forgot. Of course, MLM was getting himself into mischief and that thought vanished from my head faster than a cheese platter at a party. Needless to say, I felt like a "tool" myself when I showed up to her house sans my saw.
Then, my mother called me from her cell phone. She was half way to my house, as she told me she wanted to stop by the day before. Again, this conversation was erased from my brain, and I felt awful when I told her I was not home, nor would I be home any time soon.
Why do our children turn our brains into mush? Are we doing too much? (Yes.) Are we moving way too fast through our lives? (Yes.) Do we get so stuck in our routines that we reject any spontaneous requests or events that deviate from our daily rituals? (Yes.)
I often hear people say, "I don't know how moms do it." The answer is, we don't. We have so many hiccups through the course of our lives that we sometimes forget to breath. I suppose the simple answer to my quandry is to slow down and focus on one thing at a time.
Of course, if I focused on one thing at a time, my son would live in his pajamas, I'd be unemployed, and my house would be dirtier than a frat house. So, for now, I have to live with my forgetfulness and having to apologize to those who are the receiving end of it.
Twice today I have forgotten something I was supposed to do. When going to visit my sister, she asked me to bring over my husband's saw which she needed to decorate her nursery (she's expecting her first :). I totally acknowledged the request yesterday and a part of me thought that I should put that tool in my car right away before I forgot. Of course, MLM was getting himself into mischief and that thought vanished from my head faster than a cheese platter at a party. Needless to say, I felt like a "tool" myself when I showed up to her house sans my saw.
Then, my mother called me from her cell phone. She was half way to my house, as she told me she wanted to stop by the day before. Again, this conversation was erased from my brain, and I felt awful when I told her I was not home, nor would I be home any time soon.
Why do our children turn our brains into mush? Are we doing too much? (Yes.) Are we moving way too fast through our lives? (Yes.) Do we get so stuck in our routines that we reject any spontaneous requests or events that deviate from our daily rituals? (Yes.)
I often hear people say, "I don't know how moms do it." The answer is, we don't. We have so many hiccups through the course of our lives that we sometimes forget to breath. I suppose the simple answer to my quandry is to slow down and focus on one thing at a time.
Of course, if I focused on one thing at a time, my son would live in his pajamas, I'd be unemployed, and my house would be dirtier than a frat house. So, for now, I have to live with my forgetfulness and having to apologize to those who are the receiving end of it.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
First of Many Blooms
This is my first post...yay! So, I feel compelled to write about why I've decided to take the plunge into the blogosphere. I've contemplated it for some time now, always something stopping me from moving forward...my job...jam-packed weekends...exhausted evenings...my own apprehension. However, that all changed recently when I was driving to work one morning. I just felt this desire to blog. I don't know what came over me but I felt so excited about it.
I want to blog to keep me writing and connected to other people like myself. I want to put my thoughts to paper (metaphorically speaking of course). Since becoming a mother 18 months ago, I find myself a new person, a better person. Parenthood forces you to put someone else first at all times and it's a very humbling experience. And the love--the love of a child is untouchable by any other love.
So, as I live with this new person that I am, I'm still trying to discover who this person is...as a mom...as a wife...as a woman...as a professional. I know I'm in the same boat as some many other moms, so I look forward to sharing my daily adventures and thoughts and learning about others. :)
I want to blog to keep me writing and connected to other people like myself. I want to put my thoughts to paper (metaphorically speaking of course). Since becoming a mother 18 months ago, I find myself a new person, a better person. Parenthood forces you to put someone else first at all times and it's a very humbling experience. And the love--the love of a child is untouchable by any other love.
So, as I live with this new person that I am, I'm still trying to discover who this person is...as a mom...as a wife...as a woman...as a professional. I know I'm in the same boat as some many other moms, so I look forward to sharing my daily adventures and thoughts and learning about others. :)
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