Judgement

Most of my mom friends are those who I have met through the internet. Of all the people I went to high school with none of them are anywhere near the same stage of life as me. But there is one girl. She had a baby a few weeks after I did actually.

I've apparently become a bit of a hippy or something. I had a relatively drug free labour(only used the gas, but if I wouldn't have gotten kicked out of the shower because the ward was so full that I had no room and they didn't know where I was I would have not needed it I'm sure) and I'm a nursing mama with no plans to wean anytime soon, we do Baby Led Weaning(so no cereal/jarred foods, she eats what we eat and it's usually very healthy food), I baby wore a lot in the early days(now she gets annoyed with me) and I would totally have cloth diapered if we had our own washer/dryer(I do cloth swim diaper though) I will also be Extended Rear Facing the baby until at least the new AAP recommendations of 2 years old. Lots of this I learned through a forum that I joined back in my wedding planning days and just stuck around.

So where am I going with this. She is one of those people that updates their Facebook status every 30 seconds. It goes in this order, "I need sleep, X kept me up all night" then "I love X" and then "Going to do something with X" then "I'm tired" then "X is asleep but I can't sleep" then "X is sleeping so I will too" you get the picture. Very annoying so I blocked her from my feed. Anyhoo, every once and awhile I will check out her page and her pics. There are numerous pics of this kid drinking a slurpee, eating popsicles(and no this is not a homemade one out of natural juices or something, it's definitely commercial) etc. This kid is 9 months old!

So I judge. Isn't this why we have an obesity epidemic on our hands? Kids are more interested in drinking syrupy slurpees than having a nice glass of water? Having sugary popsicles to beat the heat instead of yogurt? I mean, there is sugar in pretty much everything, but it's the type of sugar. There is a huge difference between the refined sugar in a Coke slurpee than there is the naturally occurring sugars in peaches. *sigh*

I come from a family that struggles with weight. My dad is obese, my aunt morbidly so. My mom is overweight. My grandfather has had a few heart attacks and there is high blood pressure and cholesterol issues. I am the odd one out. While a healthy weight(although high end on the scale) before getting pregnant I'm now 15-20 pounds less than that and I'm probably in the best physical condition now than in the past ten years and I eat nutritious homecooked meals and generally chose water as my drink of choice. My husband is also thin even though his sister is after a few years of marriage overweight. So we are motivated for their problems to not become our own.

So when I see things like this I just shake my head. I'm totally not saying that my kid will never taste refined sugar or be allowed to eat the occasional Happy Meal. But there are far better choices out there. And we will continue to make the right choices. And I will silently judge those who don't even though it's something I never thought I would do.

Closure

We head to the lawyers today to sign the papers completing the sale of our house. It's a strange feeling. I was there yesterday as we forgot some bar stools in the shed but they didn't fit the day before to take them home. The baby was sleeping in the car and I was alone in our little house.
As I stood in our now empty living room I remembered that she first pulled herself up on the couch along the wall, and her swing sat next the the window in the corner. Her pink nursery was painted by me a month before her birth. I'm not much of a painter so it was a pretty big accomplishment. In our bedroom, there are the mirrored closet doors that our first cat freaked out at when we first brought him home as a kitten, and then he learned to open up. It's the room that we slept in as husband and wife and where we slept with our daughter for the first 7 months of her life.

I had no idea that I felt this way about our house. This is actually the 3rd time we've threatened to move and it finally happened. It was a place where we lived and it was small. Our apartment was bigger for cripes sakes. But as I stood in the empty house alone, I realized that it was more than that. It was not just a house but a home, it was small but it was ours.

I wrote a letter to the new owners, going through our story, hoping to get my closure. I think I got what I was looking for. I only hope they read it. I hope no matter what they intend on doing with our house, be it their first home or an investment property, it will work out well for them.

That house meant a lot to my husband, and apparently it meant a lot to me as well.

Frig.......

Wha? Another post about sleep from me? Never! ;)

Child went to bed around 7:30. She went down quite easily, then woke up in a freakout around 8pm. 10 minutes later or so she went back to sleep. I decided to make brownies around 9 and she woke up again, this time for about 5 minutes. Then 4 frigging 30 comes along and up she is. Nurses nicely for about half an hour and back into her crib with little protest because she doesn't seem to want to sleep with me anymore. 6:30 hubby's first alarm goes off, and back up she is and brought back to bed with us and I start praying for a miracle or something(no the alarm didn't wake her up I just pointed out to him that no I don't get to sleep in). 7am he gets up officially for work....and so do I. No such luck of more sleep. She is ready for the day. Effffffff.

I am at the end of my rope. I was the girl who pre-baby could work from 9am-11pm(at two jobs) then party all night, head to bed at 5am, get up at 6:30 to get to work back across town at 7:30, just as long as I had some coffee. I seem to have lost that ability.

And I'm regretting sleep training her for her own crib. At least when we co-slept I woke up feeling rested. *sigh*

So Much for That Idea

As agreed upon, this morning my husband took the baby off my hands. She woke up at 5am, nursed and I put her back into her crib. She then slept in til about 8 or so and I ended up rescuing her because I guess he didn't hear her. I brought her to bed, nursed her again while he got up and got dressed and brushed his teeth.

Then off they went. At 8:55 he comes in and says that she is cranky and for me to deal with her. I notice she is still in her jammies and I asked why and whether or not she had breakfast. Well no he says, you gave her the boob while I got ready.


No wonder she is annoyed. She is hungry! Some Cherrios and a piece of waffle later back to happy baby. And now he is all grouchy because the baby is all out of sorts and somehow this is all my fault. *sigh* So much for that idea. Maybe I'll sleep in again when she's 20.

Sleep Redux

So my discussion with hubby about getting him to get up with the baby once she was up for the day was anti-climactic. He agreed but in a rather monotone "oh crap" sense of agreement. Too bad I wasn't clear on when I wanted this to happen, the Sunday(today) or the Monday(tomorrow) I thought today and he thought tomorrow.

So after going to bed at close to 2am from staying up far too late watching Little Fockers on VOD I was awakened by the "rescue me" whining of the baby at 5am. Ugh. After spending close to 2.5 hours trying to get her to go back to sleep, I rolled over and told him to take her. No dice, that's tomorrow. So a nap for me was required this afternoon.

I'd complain more but naptime for baby girl seems to have ended.