The most valuable advice I've ever been given when it comes to having a child is to sleep every time the baby is asleep. Don't worry about getting laundry done (give it to your mom, friend, or church members because they truly do understand and want to help). Don't worry about cooking food because again, your mother, friends, and any other woman who has ever had a baby will be more than happy to provide you meals for weeks. It is vital that while you are recovering emotionally and physically from no longer growing a child in your body that you rest at every possible minute. This allows your body to heal and allows you to spend more happy time with your new bundle of joy. My question this morning though is when do you stop sleeping when your baby sleeps?
I woke up this morning at the usual time for waking up with my now 22 month old daughter. I listened for the cries that usually happen a few minutes after I wake up. I kept listening and listening and that sweet, screaming "Momma" never came. So the old advice, "sleep when baby sleeps" popped into my head. I laid in bed and went back to sleep. When I woke up I realized that I had gone to sleep at 8 when my kids went to sleep and woke up at 7 when Little Miss woke up. I counted up the 11 hours I had slept and then remembered that adults only need 6-8 hours off sleep. This begged the question when is it that you stop sleeping when the baby sleeps. Is it when they start sleeping through the night? Is it when they turn 1 or 2?
I've decided that probably, I should stop sleeping for the entire amount of time that my kids are sleeping. For one thing, I have piles of laundry that need to get done. For another thing, I think I'm making myself more tired by sleeping so much. Especially because I don't really feel tired, I'm just enjoying the squishiness of my bed. I've got to get up each morning. Blah!
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Smallest Ever 15 Month Old
So, we took my daughter to the doctor for her 15 month check up. My husband and I had high hopes in weighing our small child because we swore she was getting heavy. So we take her in, and anxiously hold our breath as the scale goes up all the way to a whopping 16 pounds. That's right, our 15 month old weighs that of most babies that are 6 months old.
Our daughter has always been small. When I was pregnant with her, my doctor sent me for three growth ultrasounds because she was measuring a little small which I guess is unusual for second babies. Each time she measured within normal ranges but on the small side so no growth restriction.
Over the past 15 months of her life, we have been amazed at how tiny and petite she has remained. We kept anticipating the huge growth spurt, rocketing her to at least the 50th percentile of the growth chart. Instead, our daughter is an outlier, skewing the normal limits on the low end. She is no where even close to falling on the growth chart.
The nice thing about this is that we aren't having to buy many clothes, although her height is causing some of her dresses to be a tad short. She has a couple of skirts and jackets that are 0-3 months that still fit her pretty well. Most of her 3-6 month shorts, skirts, and shirts still fit her and all of her 6-9 month stuff fits her. In fact her 6-9 month stuff fits her best. Most of her 12 month stuff is falling right off of her. How many people can say their infants wore the same clothes a year apart?
The not so nice thing about this is that I am once again a little obsessive and that tends to cause me to worry unnecessarily. The doctor assures me constantly that she is happy, has good color, and is perfectly healthy. I just don't know. She is WAY below the growth chart. She eats like every meal is her last meal so I know she is getting a lot of food and nutrients. Maybe she just inherited her father's metabolism because I certainly have to encourage my metabolism along with a swift kick in the patooty. I guess I just focus on that she is beautiful, and happy thus trusting that if there is anything wrong, I will know.
Our daughter has always been small. When I was pregnant with her, my doctor sent me for three growth ultrasounds because she was measuring a little small which I guess is unusual for second babies. Each time she measured within normal ranges but on the small side so no growth restriction.
Over the past 15 months of her life, we have been amazed at how tiny and petite she has remained. We kept anticipating the huge growth spurt, rocketing her to at least the 50th percentile of the growth chart. Instead, our daughter is an outlier, skewing the normal limits on the low end. She is no where even close to falling on the growth chart.
The nice thing about this is that we aren't having to buy many clothes, although her height is causing some of her dresses to be a tad short. She has a couple of skirts and jackets that are 0-3 months that still fit her pretty well. Most of her 3-6 month shorts, skirts, and shirts still fit her and all of her 6-9 month stuff fits her. In fact her 6-9 month stuff fits her best. Most of her 12 month stuff is falling right off of her. How many people can say their infants wore the same clothes a year apart?
The not so nice thing about this is that I am once again a little obsessive and that tends to cause me to worry unnecessarily. The doctor assures me constantly that she is happy, has good color, and is perfectly healthy. I just don't know. She is WAY below the growth chart. She eats like every meal is her last meal so I know she is getting a lot of food and nutrients. Maybe she just inherited her father's metabolism because I certainly have to encourage my metabolism along with a swift kick in the patooty. I guess I just focus on that she is beautiful, and happy thus trusting that if there is anything wrong, I will know.
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