Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
At our last trip to the pediatrician, Will was 4m old and he had just started waking up in the night after weeks of getting a full nights rest. As of the day of our doctor's appointment, it had been 5 nights in a row where Will suddenly woke up crying. Everytime we walked in, Will would smile big and kick with excitement. What mom doesn't love to see that? So, I would swoop down and pick him up, hold him, offer him a bottle, and then put him back to bed.
When telling the pediatrican about our woes, she immediately recognized us for the rookies that we are and pointed out the error of our ways. Will didn't need us. He just woke up and wanted to play. He really wasn't even hungry, but as our pediatrician said, if someone offered you chocolate cake in the middle of the night - would you turn them down? So we got the message loud and clear... it was time for the dreaded experience of crying it out.
Oh how I didnt want to do this! It is really hard for me to hear that little guy cry and not run in and see that smiling face and watch him kick. (I just love the kicks!) How sweet it is that he stops crying just with our presence! Luckily, we found a great book that made us feel much better about crying it out.
So that night we put him down for bed. We first heard his cries at 10:30pm. I told Chad to come get me in 10 minutes if he was still crying, then I went to the other end of the house, closed the door and turned up the tv. I was going to have to hiberate to get through this! After listening to the cry for maybe a minute longer, Chad walked in the room - he couldn't take it either. We just sat there, watching the monitor/Will TV and wondered if we could do this! Would he stop crying? Our pediatrician said that as long as we know Will is ok, we could let him cry it out as long as it takes or, more likely, as long as we could take it. I just wasn't sure how long I could take it. Thankfully, Will stopped in 10 minutes. He woke up again around 4am, and the same thing happened. This happened for 2 nights in a row, we let him cry, and since then we haven't heard a peep from him during his typical 13 hour slumber.
Well, until last night. Last night we heard Will start to cry around 4:30am. While I think we both were surprised, we looked at the monitor and could see him moving. We decided everything was ok and just to let him cry. A very slow and painful 10 minutes passed, and I had to go check on him. Good thing, because the boy was stuck! He had his head cocked way back (the uncomfortable position I have mentioned before) and his facewas pressed up against the side of the crib. I assume he couldnt figure out how to move his feet so he could get his head out of that awful position. I felt just terrible for letting that little boy cry knowing now that he was stuck! It actually took a little while to calm him down. I think he was a bit scared.
And then it was just the sweetest thing to sit there and rock him. I love letting him snuggle up against me and burrow his head into my arms. Once he calmed down, he looked at me and smiled. For a moment I missed those early nights when he wasn't sleeping through the night. I always enjoyed the night time feedings as they were so peaceful. There is something so serene about rocking a little baby in a dark room with lullabies in the background. There are no distractions. It was a great time for reflection and to give thanks for the gift of motherhood.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
So for now, he enjoys playing here as well. It is a great spot to put him where he can't fall over, roll into something, etc. while I do whatever it is that I need to do. From his chair, he can watch the dog drink and eat which happened not by great planning, but just luck. Amazing, fantastic luck. I wouldn't have imagined how entertaining this could be, but I think Will could sit here for hours, play with the Fisher Price toy that came with it (thank you FP!) and watch Maggie eat. Unfortunately, on an average day, Maggie can eat her food in less than 2 minutes. We will have to slow her down. Maybe it's time for some peanut butter...
Today I am declaring cantaloupe as Will's favorite food. I enjoy feeding him cantaloupe as we do a little "one bite for you, one bite for me." I am teaching him to share.
Tonight he had the pancake bear (from his Aunt Amye) between his arms like he was hugging him, but when I went back with my camera, the pancake bear was face to face with him. Every night we put him down with the pancake bear, giraffe or duck blankie (courtesy of Julie), and a silky blankie (from his Aunt Leen). I am hoping he will become attached to one or all of these. He likes to hold his blankies in his hands while he is trying to fall asleep - he opens and closes his hand, regrabbing them time and time again. I think it is calming and soothing for him.
I had a blankie when I was growing up. Well, I had many. Surely I had a favorite, but I just remember always having a blankie. I was embarrassed about it, and I remember that on my last day of preschool, we were cleaning out our bins where we kept our things. I left my blankie in the bin because I didn't want anyone to know I had it. I guess I would sneak it out during nap time. Anyway, my teacher found it and held it up in front of the whole class and asked "Whose blankie is this?" I was too embarrassed to claim it, so when my mom picked me up on that sad day, I had to tell her the terrible news. We went back the next day to reclaim my prized possession. I was thrilled to get that thing back! When we got there, the janitors repurposed it...as a rag! They were cleaning with it! This is one of my earliest memories - maybe because it must have scarred me.
After that, I remember taking my blankie to sleepovers with friends. I would take it out before bed and tell them that I had to lay on this "special blankie" because I had a back problem. Seriously. I remember saying those exact words to Jennifer Monoghan, my best friend from elementary school, before we went to bed one night after playing My Little Pony. Today I find that memory hysterical. I assume my friends didn't think anything of it since I don't have any bad memories about sleepovers and the blankie.
So I am not sure if Will is going to follow in my footsteps and attach himself to a blankie, but if he does, I hope he carries that blankie with pride, or, if he needs to, maybe he can use that hereditary back problem as an excuse.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Here is Will's message for the Red Raiders...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
After some inspiration from my friend Liz, I have been making Will's baby food. One, it was a fun project to research and shop for, and two, it seemed like a good way to ensure Chad and I ate healthy. I figured we would steam some green beans for us... and steam some extra for Will. So far, it has been fun and easier than I expected. Will has had pears, apples, cantaloupe, bananas, sweet potatoes and peas. We are a little deficient on the veggies, so we are going to step it up in hopes that we can accomplish the goal of healthy eating for all three of us.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
And then he used the track ball like an old pro.
This boy might look a lot like his dad, but he gets his love of the phone from his mom!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Yesterday Will rolled over! I put him on his tummy while I got him some milk, and I could hear him fussing and grunting. When I walked over to get him, he rolled over! He did it again later in the day, and I suspect it will be a new favorite hobby.
My sister Kathleen and I went shopping today and we bought Will quite a few things, including his new favorite book. This is the first book that Will hasnt tried to immediately put in his mouth - maybe due to size! I think he likes all the colors and also likes hearing his dad make all the noises of the animals, cars, etc featured on the very colorful pages.