chris and i have been trying to figure out what to do with mya. well, only in regards to her sleeping. otherwise, she is perfect. simply perfect. sleeping is a whole other story. she has her moments where she sleeps through the night. then there are other times where she is up every four hours. we've been trying to figure out a pattern, do what we can to ensure she'll not be hungry and wake up during the night, and keep her up later. nothing seems to matter. her doctor claims that at nine months, there is no physiological reason as to waking during the night. she shouldn't have to eat. with that being said and some encouragement from our friends, we bit the bullet and went ahead to ferberize her. we had already begun the process months ago by putting her to sleep. she is a pro with this. the issue is strictly waking during the night. so, with a plan in place, we gave it a try on saturday night. she woke for 10 minutes or so at 11:00 and then 2:00 rolled around. she cried bloody murder for one hour straight. i ended up leaving and going to lay with claire so that she wouldn't wake up. chris stayed and fought the battle. i have to give him credit because i would have given in, but he held strong and ended victoriously. she slept until 7 sunday morning. yippee. i was getting ready for my book club on sunday morning when claire told me to be quiet because mya was sleeping. i asked where and she pointed to the living room. i entered the room and the above pictures show what i saw. poor thing. she was tuckered out from her rough night. last night was a bit better. she woke up briefly around 11 again and at 4:30. he did feed her a little (she last around 7) and put her back to bed. we had to wake her this morning. little by little it seems to be getting better. keeping our fingers crossed for continued progress and restful sleep for all.
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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Hugs Nicole
K
Nic
You went through a time when you would not sleep through the night. (you woke up every 2 hours until you were at least a year old.) Anyway, during the day, you would whimper a little and then I would find you in the strangest places snoozing. I used to feel so bad. You stopped after awhile.
Thanks guys for the memories.
love you
April