Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Things I think about at 3:30am

Anna is no longer waking in the middle of the night. Yay, one would think. Well, one, for some reason, my mind has decided that it should still contemplate all of the things in the world at the lovely hour of 3:30am instead of rest. I wake up at this time every morning. For no reason. It's not infuriating or anything.

Here are some of the thoughts that went through my head last night when I was awake for over an hour for no reason whatsoever:

~ Testing myself to see if I knew all the lyrics to "Blue Ribbon Bunny" from Sofia the First (I do).

~ Should I get a haircut?

~ What's that noise? I mean, it's obviously a masked burglar, but I'll just lay here and let it all play out.

~ My hair color in college was unfortunate.

~ What groceries do I need?

~ I'm out of coffee creamer at work (the horror!)

~ The anti-vaccination movement and it's implications on the spread of infectious diseases

~ What color should we paint our basement?

~ I wonder if they'll re-LASIK me for free since I now have to wear glasses for driving like an old dork.

Glasses selfie FAIL


~ Is it worth getting up to go to the bathroom or will that wake me up even more?

~ I think I left my space heater on at work (Update: I didn't burn the building down. Phew).

~ My knee itches

~ What's for lunch tomorrow?

~  Is it gross that I worked out before bed and didn't shower. (Yes. The answer is yes).

~ I forgot to send that student his resume critique

~ What should I wear to work since it's supposed to snow 67 inches?

~ How are they going to film Mockingjay without Phillip Seymour Hoffman?

^^^ All critical things that had to be sorted through before I could go back to sleep.

Yawn. Bring on the coffee. As if I needed another reason for that.



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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Review: The SleepEasy Solution

Update: Check out my review of the Sleepeasy Solution online course to see if it's still working 18 months later!

Warning! Warning!

The blog post below will probably be of no interest to you. Unless you care that I am no longer a sleep-deprived zombie. Or if you are a sleep-deprived zombie yourself, in which case, do read on.



When my little munchkin was born, I hit the jackpot. From early on she was such a good sleeper. For the first 8 weeks of her life, she'd wake up in the night, nurse, and go right back to sleep. I truly felt well-rested on most days of the week while on maternity leave. Toward the end of my leave, she'd sleep from 9pm to 9am and only wake up twice, which for a nursing newborn was fantastic. She even had a few stretches of 7-8 hours in those first few months.

And then I went back to work, and it all went to crap.

Every single week, her sleep got worse and worse. Her 6 hour stretches slowly got shorter and shorter. When she used to fall asleep nursing, she started needing a pacifier to soothe herself to sleep. And then we got in the bad habit of giving it to her for every nap and a bedtime, which I'm not against whatsoever, but it only works if the baby can fall back to sleep on their own once they realize the pacifier has fallen out. My darling daughter did not get that memo, so when she naturally roused from sleep, she starting getting frustrated when she realized her Wubbanub was gone. So 6 hours turned into 4, which turned into 3, which turned into every 90 minutes all night long. By 4 months, I was getting about 5 hours of severely broken sleep all night long. It was NOT good. She HATED her crib and would cry immediately when we put her in it unless she was completely passed out.

The other problem we faced was that she was still swaddled. Swaddling saved us in the early days when her moro reflex was out of control and she'd startle herself awake. But at 4 months old, the moro reflex was gone, but I didn't realize that because I mistook her normal baby movements for a need to remain swaddled.

So being the obsessed and neurotic avid researcher I am, I searched high and low for the perfect baby sleep book. I think I read every single website, book, and article relating to baby sleep. I even *briefly* considered hiring a baby sleep consultant to come to our house and tell me how to be a parent. But at $900 a pop, I was desperate for another option. One Saturday while little miss was napping I ordered The Sleep Easy Solution based on reviews I saw on Amazon. 20 minutes later, I decided the 3-5 day shipping delay was too much, so I ordered it electronically. Yep. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I read the whole book in less than 2 hours. It made so much sense to me. I read about the long-term effects of sleep deprivation on both parents and baby, and decided that, just like some day I'll need to teach Emerson how to ride a bike, I needed to teach her how to sleep on her own. My bad habits were negatively affecting her sleep. I rushed into her room immediately when she made a peep, and would pick her up and try to feed her each time. When feeding didn't work, I'd give her the pacifier. At 4 months old, she was trying to tell me that she didn't need to eat every 2 hours anymore, but apparently I didn't get the memo. So by picking her up and either popping a boob or a pacifier in her mouth, I was robbing her of the ability to soothe herself. Couple that with the fact that swaddling her prevented her from moving around or getting into a natural, comfortable position that she preferred, and it was just a hot mess.

So here's where it gets sticky... some people claim this book and books like it to be controversial because they classify it as a "Cry it out" sleep training method. When I hear the phrase "Cry it out," I imagine someone laying their poor defenseless baby in a cold, dark room and letting them cry for hours and hours at a time. This book does NOT recommend that method. Not even close.

Without getting into too much (I'm happy to share more for those who are curious), what the book DOES recommend is giving your baby the space and the ability to learn how to self-soothe and fall asleep on their own. Unfortunately, most of the time, it does involve a few tears.

Let's be honest here... who likes to hear their baby cry??? Anyone, anyone? Of course not. No, we don't want to hear our babies cry. Yes, we want our babies to get the sleep they need. Yes, we want to soothe them as much as possible because we are their primary source of comfort and security. But one of the best points the book made is this: For 4 months now, I've been the one soothing Emerson to sleep. I don't want to hear her cry, so I immediately respond and then proceed to rock her, nurse her, or in any way possible pacify her to sleep. But guess what?? THAT WASN'T WORKING. If that works for you, great. But obviously it wasn't working for our family because I paid $12.99 to instant download this e-book. She was getting as much (or as little) broken sleep every night as I was, and I knew it wasn't good for her. She had started acting like she was on edge, or ultra-sensitive, and I realize now it's because she was so dramatically over-tired.

So as for the method, the basic premise is that you lay your child down awake, in their crib, with no sleep props like swaddling or pacifier (unless she can re-insert it on her own). The baby will most likely protest, but you leave the room. Then, you go back into their room at timed intervals to provide loving, soothing reassurance, but you do NOT rely on your old techniques (because remember, they aren't working). You talk to the baby in a soothing voice, but you don't pick her up and you don't give in and give her the pacifier. The point of going in is not to soothe the baby completely, because they will probably keep crying, but it's to show them you haven't abandoned them. You are to do this for every night waking until the baby can learn to sooth herself, which the authors claim can be done usually within 3 nights. 3 nights of torture for a well-rested household??? I wanted it to be true!

The first night, Emerson cried off and on for 63 minutes. I cried non-stop for about 75. I was ready to throw my Kindle in the garbage, but when she woke up the next morning, she was laughing and smiling and as happy as ever. She didn't hate me, and she wasn't scarred for life. Her reaction gave me the courage to try again the next night.

The second night, she cried for 47 minutes. I drank two glasses of wine. But she made progress!

The third night, she cried very intermittently for 29 minutes. I saw a ray of hope.

The fourth night, she slept through the night. And she has slept through the night for the most part every night since then.

HALLEJLUAH! HALLEJLUAH! HALLEJLUAH! HALLEJLUAH!

<Cue choir of angels singing>

This book has changed our lives. I thought Emerson was a happy baby before, but now that she's getting solid sleep, she is just in baby dreamland heaven. She actually reaches for her crib at night, and will play in it like it's the greatest place on earth. You have no idea the freedom I feel when I can lay my sweet baby in her crib for both naps and bedtime and she just rolls over and goes right to sleep, or plays quietly to herself for a few minutes before dozing off. And she wakes up every single morning by laughing or talking, not crying because she feels abandoned or exhausted.

The book gives some amazing and genius tips for all sleep issues, including night feedings for nursing moms, how to deal with travel, teething, and developmental milestones, and techniques for older children who are in a bed and not a crib.

If you've stumbled upon this review from Google, I must tell you that sleep training of any kind is not recommended until your baby is at least 4 months old and 14 lbs. So if you are under those guidelines... I feel for you sister. Go grab an extra pot of coffee and hang on - there is hope ahead of you!

I feel proud of us that we were consistent and have set our daughter up for a childhood filled with restorative sleep, because I know it's so important for her health and well-being. But mostly, I am proud of my little girl for not only learning this new skill, but for adapting to a big change and coming out on the other end smiling.

Because isn't seeing this happy little face at the end of every nap worth it???


Thursday, April 12, 2012

But mom, the world is just so exciting!

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Oh, I'm sorry. I just dozed off.

My beautiful little baby is going through what the internets refer to as the "4 month wakeful" period.

Last night she went to bed at 7:30pm. Then actually went to sleep at 8:30. Then woke up at 9:30. Then 10:00. Then 10:30. And finally slept from 11:00-4:15, nursed, and went back to sleep.

Then at 5:40am, I hear her reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. Or MLKs "I Have a Dream" Speech. Or the entire script of "The Princess Bride" (which I can do too, btw). Either way, at 5:40am, she just had so much to say she couldn't bear to sleep anymore.

She laid in bed with us talk, talk, talking and practicing her crunches (girlfriend just HAS to sit up now) but I had to get ready for work. Then while drinking my coffee, I got to play downstairs with her for an hour, and she couldn't have been happier. It's nice because I usually don't get to see her in the mornings before I leave for work,. Getting up at 5:40am on the weekends will not be quite as nice, so let's get this worked out by Saturday, mmmkay love?

Since I had to actually look decent for work today because we have some big whigs coming in, I had to put her back in bed with Jon eventually so I could get ready. And by get ready I mean I used hairspray today. I bet I look super fly.

When I came back in the room to grab my shoes and give them both a kiss goodbye, this is what I saw:


I love my life.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Frugality? Meet Reality.

Here's my conundrum for this rainy Thursday morning... grab your coffee.

Though I am now back to my pre-pregnancy weight (yay!) I still feel, for all intents and purposes, FAT. Not, OMG, get-a-crane-she's-stuck-in-the-house fat. But to me, I feel large, and not in charge. Everything is just... wider than it was before. Wider is not good, especially since I have so many striped sweaters.

I mentioned a little while back how I was trying to get back in shape through running and the 30 Day Shred. This combination WORKS, at least for me, if you can stick to it. The problem is that I am back to work, and I have a 12 week old baby. Shockingly, I have much less free time than I thought I would.

Using My Fitness Pal and tracking calories, I am still losing weight, but I don't think dieting alone is enough. If you want to look toned, you have to exercise. And for me, walking isn't enough. I need to sweat the pounds away, otherwise I don't feel accomplished. I need to run.

My darling husband is back in school to get his MBA, so on top of working full-time and watching our sweet pea in the mornings, he is in class two nights a week until 10:00pm. So it's not like I can leave Em alone in the living room while I go the gym. My plan was to do the 30DS on the nights he had class, and run on the nights he was home.

But then Em decided she needs to know mommy's whereabouts at all times. The last three times I have gone to gym after she went to bed, she has cried and cried for Jon until I came home and fed her. Even if she just ate. It's like she knows I'm not in the house and she is piiiiiiiissssed.

The other problem with running after she goes to bed is that I am knock-down, ass-dragging tired at the end of the day. The last thing I want to do at 8:30pm is go back out in the cold, run at the gym, get home, shower, and be all wired up and not fall asleep until 11pm. Especially since homegirl has been eating much more frequently at night aka wakes up every 2 hours famished the past few days. Growth spurt maybe? I get up at 5:45am every day, and I NEED my sleep. I have to be asleep by 9:30pm in order to be a fully functioning human at work the next day. So until Em sleeps through the night consistently (which many people who are exclusively nursing will tell you takes a LONG time), I just can't go to bed that late.

Ok, still with me? Herein lies my conundrum, at last.

The solution I came up with is that I need to buy a jogging stroller. Em LOVES being outside, loves being strolled in her stroller, and loves looking around at all of the foreign objects in our neighborhood. So she'll be happy and entertained, and I can get my runs in even if Jon isn't home. I won't have any excuses!

But jogging strollers aren't cheap. We have a baby now, and I am trying to be good about frivolous purchases. Except for her, we buy her ridiculous stuff all the time. (Case in point, we may or may not have spent $40 on this Adidas track suit that she'll wear maybe 1-2 more times before she's too big for it. Yep.)


I am having a hard time justifying the $180-$250 it would cost to buy a stroller when I probably should be saving that money for childcare. Or groceries. Or college. Or headbands.

I thought maybe I could buy one on Craigslist to save money, but then I thought, just like cars, stroller tires wear out. And then to replace them is an added expense so I might as well just buy new.

So now I'm struggling with frugality vs. reality. I don't want to spend the money, but I'm afraid I will never be able to get back into shape without one, given our time constraints.

I need someone to tell me either a) It's fine because we'll get alot of use out of it or b) Just wait a few more weeks and Em will be sleeping better and I'll have more energy to go to the gym that I already pay for every month.

HELP!!!

Friday, March 2, 2012

It's Friday, and it figures

So of course the day after I make a post about how little my munchkin is sleeping at night, is then proceeded by a night when she sleeps from 8PM to 7AM. No joke. Babies are tricksters I tell ya.

I kept waking up and checking on her, just to make sure she was still breathing. I mean, after 3 weeks of her waking up so much, I was shocked to know she was capable of sleeping that long uninterrupted.

But now I know you can do it baby girl.... so I will you to keep this up. And then mommy will buy you that pony. Or toy. Or ceiling fan. Or whatever else you're really interested in at the time you come to collect.

We've got a fun weekend coming up! To celebrate my sister marrying the new guy, we're hosting a bridal shower for her at our house. It's wine themed, and let me tell you, I looked like mother-of-the year when we took Em to buy over $100 worth of wine for the tasting the other night. The cashier at World Market judged the sh** out of me, that was clear. Bahahaha!

To help you celebrate your weekend, I will leave you with more pictures of my daughter. Because I can. And she's awesome. And I have so much energy due to prolonged sleeping that I just want to do cartwheels. Yipppppeeeeeee! Ok, that's all.

My life is hilarious!
Who needs blush when you have cheeks like these?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Sleep deprivation equals...

Putting mascara on one eye, and not the other.

Spreading garlic on your butter and jelly bagel (OMG, Don't. Ask.)

Writing emails that have no coherent thoughts or messages because you leave out key verbs and pronouns.

Leaving your purse in your drawer at work, and not realizing it until you hit the highway and your car tells you that you have 5 Miles to Empty. <--- Scariest message ever.

And finally, the pièce de résistance:
Accidentally wearing a pair of brown shoes with your entirely black outfit. #FashionFail. 


Yes, my darling girl must be having separation anxiety, because once she gets in her lovely 6 hour stretch of sleep from 8-2, she wakes up every hour after that. Which means I wake up every hour past 2am. Which means I only sleep about 4 solid hours every night. Which means I am OTM (One Tired Momma).

But here's the thing. There are three very large reasons why, despite the sleep deprivation and downright stupidity due to said sleep deprivation, I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

1. My perspective is different than most. I prayed for this little baby for so long, and I know we are so fortunate to have her that nothing could stop me from loving every single moment with her. Even if many of those moments are in the wee hours of the morning.

2. I know that this is just a phase, and she'll grow out of it before we know it. But little ones are little for such a short amount of time, and I don't want to wish the time away.

3. Look at this face. I'd gladly trade sleep for this. Any day.



Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Sleep now (or forever hold your peace)

When you are pregnant, you get all SORTS of unsolicited advice.

Don't eat this, eat a bunch of that, don't walk too much, don't forget to walk everyday, you're not gaining enough weight, you look huge are you sure you're not having twins, use cloth diapers, don't use cloth diapers, pacifiers are the devil, pacifiers are a necessity and here's the best kind, you're carrying high your doctor is wrong that must be a boy, you're carrying high you're having a girl aren't you, you won't be able to breastfeed because it's too hard, breastfeeding is the best thing you can do for your child, how can you eat that piece of cheese don't you know that babies hate cheese?!?!!?!?

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

For the most part, I just smile and nod and say thank you when someone offers me advice that I haven't asked for. I think people mean well, and want you to learn from their wisdom (or their mistakes). I get that. I take everything with a grain of salt though, because, as demonstrated above, advice is often contradictory.

In fact, the one thing I've truly accept about parenting advice?? What works for one baby may not and probably will not work for another. Humans are unique, complex creatures with varied temperaments, and I for one am grateful that this little girl bounding away in my belly is, literally, one of a kind.

One piece of advice that I have been hearing non-stop lately: "Oh, you're having a baby?? Sleep now."

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Um, what?? I do sleep now. I sleep every day in fact. Though my daily routine varies, the one constant in all of my 27 years has been that every single day, I sleep. It's necessary for survival.

However, as we know because science tells us, you can't "bank" sleep, nor can you truly catch up on lost sleep time. If you pull an all-nighter and crash the next day, you may be able to function, but you're still not going to feel as good as you would have with 8.75 hours of sleep on both of those nights.

So, as well-meaning as the "Sleep now" advice is, honestly, it's not helpful. I completely understand that, as a new parent, I am going to be sleep-deprived. Like, more tired than I've ever been in my life. I am not that naive. But am I willing to be a zombie for a few months/years in order to take home a sweet, healthy baby?? You bet your ass I am. For me, there couldn't be a smaller price to pay.

And speaking of sleep... I have heard so many horror stories about the end of pregnancy. How you're miserable, uncomfortable, and all you want is for the baby to get out. Somehow, I think the universe has decided to give me a thumbs-up on this matter, because I am sleeping like a CHAMP these days. Even better than before I was pregnant I think. Knock.on.wood. Of course, I have a solid recipe of conditions that I think contribute to my blissful slumber:

Me, minus the "Beauty" and asleep for 100 years part
- Dark, cool room
- White noise
- King-size bed with a plush matttress topper
- A hubby who doesn't snore, bed hog, or steal the covers
- Four, yes four, pillows. One of each side of me, and two behind my head.

Ahhhhh, just thinking about it makes me sleepy.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Dream Laughing

For the past few nights, Jon says I've been laughing in my sleep. It's loud enough to wake him up, but apparently not loud enough for me to realize I'm doing it. So random!

What am I laughing at, I wonder?

Possible explanations I've come up with:
  • Even in my sleep I still find myself hilarious
  • I remembered a joke that I heard from earlier in the day, and my subconscious is the only part of me that "got it"
  • The baby is kicking me and I am finding it adorable, once again because even my subconscious thinks the baby is adorable
  • I've been having funny dreams that I don't remember

    Either way, I guess it can't be a bad thing.

    And just for laughs, check this You Tube fave out: