This month has been about progress and exasperation. On the one hand, he goes to bed earlier. On the other, it seems impossible to get him to sleep during the day. It feels like I’ve tried everything…
- Abbreviated bedtime ritual: swaddling, singing, and bouncing
- Swaddling, jiggling, and shushing
- Passing out with baby on top of me
- Losing all hope: putting headphones on while he screams
Rather depressingly, the last one is the most effective (well, the last two, but the third option has pretty obvious drawbacks). We have had good days when I feel on top of the world, like he and I are just clicking. And we have had bad days, when patience is completely gone and everyone is screaming.
In better news, I started working out in earnest this month. My husband signed me up for the postnatal recovery class with the Active Mom’s Club. I’ve really been enjoying it. It forces me out of the house twice a week and I’ve noticed that I’m trimmer and feel stronger. I started going back to yoga at Namaskar, albeit only intermittently so far.
But the biggest change is the subtlest change. He’s really growing up. Smiling more, being more focused and engaged, chatting up a storm, playing with toys, going nuts about holding his head up. He barely fits in his SwaddleMes anymore. It’s all happening too fast.
Pros:
- So much smiling!
- He loves hanging out – talking, reading together
- Earlier bedtime = full, proper evenings
- Started to feel like I’m getting my body back!
Cons:
- So much crying! (Mostly his, a little of mine)
- Outgrew his cradle; outgrowing many clothes (which is really a good thing…but it’s more work, which is why it’s a con)
- Don’t really look like I’ve got my body back
- He’s pretty crap at sleeping during the day, doesn’t nap for longer than 30-40 minutes
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