Those BIG Moments & Letting Go

You know those BIG moments in life that wear on you and make you cringe?  Feel like you’ve made the wrong decision? Worry you and make you question your ability to be the “perfect” parent who always knows best?

Last night I had one of those.

5:30 a.m.

My child would not sleep.  For some 19-week-old kiddos, that might just be the norm.  Not for my doodlebug.  Theä is a really good sleeper most of the time and we haven’t experience many nights of complete chaos since she was 6 weeks old.

With that said, Theä was not behaving normally last night and kept rolling over to her tummy.  Mind you, Theä has always slept on her back, but has (in recent weeks) been sleeping on her side for most of the night.  Every time I rolled her back over to her back, she’d lose her marbles and immediately try to turn back over.

She turned over again, for the 4th or 5th time, and I didn’t flip her back over.

I felt like my “Mamma Bear” instincts were saying “leave her on her tummy, she obviously wants to explore this new way of sleeping” but all of my “Type A” tendencies tell me that she can ONLY be allowed to sleep on her back.  After all, we’re all taught that “Back is Best” at all of the parenting classes.  The moto is drilled into us and is even embroideried on the Halo Sleep Sacks.

The instincts won the battle and I let her sleep on her tummy.  She looked so comfortable and peaceful.

I did go in and check on her a couple of times…I feel like we’ve all heard the SIDS horror stories, and I certainly don’t want our family to become a statistic.

Tummy sleeping tots are such a touchy subject in the parenting community and I’m here to say that I’m not ashamed of how I’ve chosen to proceed with Theä’s new-found urge to turn on over.

I believe God will watch over her and protect her.  She’s strong and healthy and that’s all I can ask for.

I believe the overall message of this for any parent who may stumble upon this blurb or self-assurance is that every child is different, trust your instincts, and be cautious when entering new territory.

 

 

 

Making Plans and Breaking Plans

Nothing will ever be the same!!

It’s a thought I must think to myself at least 10 times a day.

This is not a negative thought, it is indeed a fact.  A wonderfully, curiously, true fact.

Making plans this week was all for not.

Tuesday was meant for visiting a friend who’s confined to bed rest for the remainder or her pregnancy.  Instead, Tuesday meant an impromptu trip to the doctor for little miss Theä.

Wednesday was the new Tuesday and our visit went swell…until Little Bird decided it was time to be a grouch, a.k.a. decide on an earlier than usual Nap Time.

Today, Friday, was Meet-Up-with-an-Old-Friend-for-Lunch day.  This did indeed happen, but an hour and a half after our originally planned time because Bird had decided that she’d switch back to her old eating schedule .

Tomorrow, Saturday, was meant for showering said friend from Tuesday with gifts for the soon-to-be-born baby boy!  Instead, I forgot Hubby had already made plans to attend a vintage drag race. This could not me moved or shuffled, so my attendance at the shower is thus canceled.

Do you see the trend??  Nothing happens quite like I plan..or imagine, or at times, hope for.

Flexibility has become key.  This is hard to adjust to when you have a Type A personality like I do.

Pre-mommihood Me was always 10-15 minutes early for EVERYTHING.  I may actually have a slight fear of tardiness.  Anxiety wells up in me and my heart races when faced with the thought of being late or even just “on time”.  I do well to conceal this…but now that it takes 10 minutes to pack up to leave the house, and another 3-5 minutes to actually get in the car…this means I now how to be in the act of “leaving” the house a solid 30 minutes before going anywhere…and that’s just for places that are within 5 minutes of the house.

Will I always be late or shuffling times of plans or appointments? NO.

Will I always be slightly panicked when there are things to do that fall within a rigid time expectancy? YES.

So, today, I again stop and say. . .

Nothing will never be the same.

So true!

So true!

 

Thoughts from My 1st Mother’s Day

I’ve become a mother to the most amazing (IMO) little girl in the WHOLE world.  She’s truly something spectacular and I almost can’t believe that my body created her.  It’s an event that has no comparison.

It’s super strange and quite extraordinary to think that I’m “Mommy” now, and will continue to be so forever.

Sometimes when I say to Theä, “Mommy loves you!” or “Mommy hopes you feel better today!” it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that I am indeed her source of everything: Life, Nourishment, Health, Protection, Happiness, Knowledge, Etc… Not discounting all of Hubby’s help…but there’s something about being a Mom that puts all the pressure and expectation on you.

Wow.

HUGE responsibility.

I can only hope that I make her proud, as she will undoubtedly make me feel a pride as deep and wide as the oceans.

I will always endeavor to give her the world and to show her that there’s so much more out there beyond us.  Life is a great adventure and I can’t wait to show her new concepts, new landscapes, new peoples, and new wonders.

With a bit of luck and a lot of hard work, her Daddy and I will mold her into a confident, caring, and charismatic young lady who can’t wait to experience all the fun that life has to offer!

I had an amazing 1st Mother’s Day and I can’t wait for many more to come.

Theä Sage and I  May 11, 2014

Theä Sage and I
May 11, 2014

 

 

Raising an Amazon Child

Hubby and I are in UNCHARTED territory.

I’m not entirely sure how common it is to have a baby who is literally in uncharted territory.  As in, off the charts, crazy tall, for her age.

Parents and people friends, this is where it gets interesting.

Below is the standard chart from the CDC that shows the 5th – 95th Percentiles for height and Weight.  It’s safe to say that Theä is still in the 100th Percentile, a.k.a. Off the Stinkin Chart!

This makes the 2nd month in a row that she’s holding onto the 100th Percentile spot.  Will she ever slow down??  Am I raising a future supermodel?? The free trips to exotic locations WOULD be AMAZING. 🙂

…except right now, it’s a bit of an inconvenience.

  • Strangers surely think she’s a late blooming 6 month old – she’s as long as a 6 month old in the 52nd (average) Percentile.
  • All of her Size 6 Month pajamas and onesies are just about TOO SHORT.  Did I mention she’s only 3 months and 1 day old?
  • All of the “seasonally appropriate” clothes I bought for her for fall/winter time (on sale of course) are probably going to be useless. She’ll probably be in 9-12 month clothes in no time if this growth trend continues and it’ll be far too hot for long sleeves, hoodies, and pants in the Texas heat. Total bummer.

Overall, she’s got a great BMI of 16.64 – she’s actually slightly UNDERweight for her height.  Her optimum weight should be around 18 pounds.  Oddly enough, she’s actually eating less than she used to.  Weird??

Anywho, check out the “little” lady’s stats in these handy dandy charts below:

Theä Growth Chart 3 Months, Weight

Theä Growth Chart 3 Months, Weight 16

Theä Growth Chart 3 Months, Height

Theä Growth Chart 3 Months, Height 26″

 

There’s a Pineapple In WHERE??

According to some person with a sick sense of humor… Baby at 31 weeks is the size of a Pineapple.  It’s not that I’m opposed to pineapple, it’s an awesome, yummy, juicy tropical fruit.

But

A pineapple in my uterus.  Not a comforting or appealing thought, really.

This is apparently the best they could come up with in the terrifying fruit comparison department.

This is apparently the best they could come up with in the terrifying fruit comparison department.

All I can think of are those tiny little spiky scales on the side of the fruit (Fun Fact: The more scales the juicier the fruit!) and the giant, imposing spiked leaves on top. Does that sound like anything you’d like anywhere near your insides?  Let alone how you’d like to picture you’re future child? … I think NOT! 

Please, dear writers of theBump.com, think before you Fruitify my child.