8:00 p.m. -7:30 a.m.
No squeaks.
No feedings.
No soother or monkey replacements.
Uninterrupted sleep for Neufelds one and all.
Sheer bliss.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Ear infection or not???
We had our first somewhat needless doctor's appointment on Friday, and I got my first taste of what it's like to have a medical professional nullify your concerns in a two minute appointment that will cost someone approximately $100.
Ilyana was having a tough week...lots of drooling, fussing, ear-pulling, nose-running. She was just a little "off." So after talking to some friends who mentioned that it may be an ear infection, I started thinking that it probably was an ear infection, and then it most likely was an ear infection. So I made an appointment with the doctor, but since it was at the last minute, I had to see whoever was available. Ily fussed and cried for most of that morning and was nearly inconsolable when she woke up from her morning nap. I assumed my fears were being confirmed as the ear pulling continued.
Of course, as fate would have it, by the time we got to the doctor's office, there were no more tears. In fact, not only were there not tears, there were giggles and delighted squeals. This did nothing to support my cause that something was amiss. The pediatrician briefly looked in her ears and checked her gums. With a dismissive, "There is no fluid in her ears, and her teeth are no where near the surface." So after that short and mildly informative meeting, I believe our file at the doctor's office now reads, "pleasant child, paranoid mother." Excellent.
But no ear infection, so that was good.
Ilyana was having a tough week...lots of drooling, fussing, ear-pulling, nose-running. She was just a little "off." So after talking to some friends who mentioned that it may be an ear infection, I started thinking that it probably was an ear infection, and then it most likely was an ear infection. So I made an appointment with the doctor, but since it was at the last minute, I had to see whoever was available. Ily fussed and cried for most of that morning and was nearly inconsolable when she woke up from her morning nap. I assumed my fears were being confirmed as the ear pulling continued.
Of course, as fate would have it, by the time we got to the doctor's office, there were no more tears. In fact, not only were there not tears, there were giggles and delighted squeals. This did nothing to support my cause that something was amiss. The pediatrician briefly looked in her ears and checked her gums. With a dismissive, "There is no fluid in her ears, and her teeth are no where near the surface." So after that short and mildly informative meeting, I believe our file at the doctor's office now reads, "pleasant child, paranoid mother." Excellent.
But no ear infection, so that was good.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Tentatively rejoicing.
I am hesitant to even say the words, but I think we are starting to get into a sleep pattern. The last few nights, I have fed Ily at around 10:30-11:00 and then around 4:00 a.m. She has basically slept the other hours with maybe a soother replacement or two.
I have actually been sleeping long enough to dream. In the intense sleep deprivation of the last seven months, I hadn't even realized that I wasn't remembering any dreams. Both of the last two mornings, I have woken up from vivid dreams (which I can't recall at this moment,) but I know I was dreaming. It's a strange sensation. I had forgotten what it was like to wake up from a dream.
Bring on the dreams. Maybe one day, I will miss every hour from 12-6. (A girl can dream, right?)
I have actually been sleeping long enough to dream. In the intense sleep deprivation of the last seven months, I hadn't even realized that I wasn't remembering any dreams. Both of the last two mornings, I have woken up from vivid dreams (which I can't recall at this moment,) but I know I was dreaming. It's a strange sensation. I had forgotten what it was like to wake up from a dream.
Bring on the dreams. Maybe one day, I will miss every hour from 12-6. (A girl can dream, right?)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Best and Worst Mom in the World
According to my nearly seven month old daughter, I have already been the best and the worst Mom in the world (that's just from this morning).
Our day started out on a high note, when I came into her room to rescue her from the crib. The smile and outreached arms almost make up for time of day. However, this joy was cut short for the smallest member of our family when I deemed it necessary to bring out the snot sucking tool (NO, MOM, NOT THE BLUE BULB!) I imagine babies must think that their previously loving parents have done the classic Mama Jackal/Mama Hyde trick.
For the first nostril, she was still in blissful ignorance, opening her mouth, thinking this was a fun new toy that she hadn't seen in awhile. Quickly, that dream faded with the first (and might I add, satisfying) snot-pull. Screams of "how dare you...I thought you loved me" quickly followed, but my work was not done. I went in for the second nostril immediately, and an even bigger and more satisfying glob of goop emerged with this attempt. Her head was flying back and forth, but the worst was over. Only the physical and emotional clean-up needed to be done. Face is cleaned, tears are wiped, and the blue bulb is put back on the shelf. (For now... insert: scheming hand rub and slightly wild eyes...wahaha.)
I don't think any long term emotional trauma was inflicted. Unless, she is currently releasing pent-up anger on the green dinosaur. She is chomping it with a certain air of ferocity. I guess only time will tell...
Our day started out on a high note, when I came into her room to rescue her from the crib. The smile and outreached arms almost make up for time of day. However, this joy was cut short for the smallest member of our family when I deemed it necessary to bring out the snot sucking tool (NO, MOM, NOT THE BLUE BULB!) I imagine babies must think that their previously loving parents have done the classic Mama Jackal/Mama Hyde trick.
For the first nostril, she was still in blissful ignorance, opening her mouth, thinking this was a fun new toy that she hadn't seen in awhile. Quickly, that dream faded with the first (and might I add, satisfying) snot-pull. Screams of "how dare you...I thought you loved me" quickly followed, but my work was not done. I went in for the second nostril immediately, and an even bigger and more satisfying glob of goop emerged with this attempt. Her head was flying back and forth, but the worst was over. Only the physical and emotional clean-up needed to be done. Face is cleaned, tears are wiped, and the blue bulb is put back on the shelf. (For now... insert: scheming hand rub and slightly wild eyes...wahaha.)
I don't think any long term emotional trauma was inflicted. Unless, she is currently releasing pent-up anger on the green dinosaur. She is chomping it with a certain air of ferocity. I guess only time will tell...
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