My nighttime habit

Jul 18, 2014 by

My daughter has never been a good sleeper. We know that. I spent a large part of my evenings and overnights during the first two years of her life nursing her to sleep and all night long. Even when she started nursing less frequently overnight, my husband and I took turns going in at night to put her back to sleep. It felt like a cycle that would never end.

Sneaking in a picture during a snuggly nap, last year. Photo credit C.Allard

Sneaking in a picture during a snuggly nap, last year.
Photo credit C.Allard

Because of her poor sleep habits, and because I spent most of our nighttime hours with her, peeking in on her wasn’t something we were in the habit of doing because, well, I was usually right there with her. And goodness knows that once she was asleep, there was no way we were going to risk cracking her door open and waking her. Once my daughter was no longer nursing through the night, I came to love my video monitor, sneaking looks at it while my husband and I enjoyed a movie together downstairs, or glancing at it on my bedside table before putting my head down for the night. Though she was sleeping better overnight, I still never risked going into her room once she was asleep.

Momfession: I hate my daughter’s toys (plus, how to deal)

Jul 11, 2014 by

My daughter has a lot of nice things to play with, and yet I hate nearly all of them.

She has princess toys, dress up clothes, puzzles, matching games, doctor kits, trucks, dolls…you name it. And there’s very few out of that list that I like.

The ones I hate the most have digitized music sounds that get stuck in your head and stay there long after you’re done with the toy. Fairly often I find myself humming a song from one of her toys over a song from the radio while I’m spacing out in front of the sink or while folding clothes.

What I’d Go Back & Tell First-Time-Mom Me

Jun 27, 2014 by

As a first time mom, in my child’s first year of life, I worried about my daughter’s development, eating habits and sleeping schedule. With hindsight being 20/20 and all, I now have perspective more than a year removed, especially after accepting that there’s no one right way to parent. Here’s what I’d go back and tell myself in all my shiny, new mom-ness.

Was she getting enough to eat?

I pumped. I supplemented with formula. I nursed every hour around the clock. I ate lactation cookies and swallowed fenugreek capsules.

Why the doctors were worried about my ten-pound-at-birth, ninetieth-percentile baby’s weight, I haven’t figured out. But as a new mom rife with raging hormones, I wasn’t questioning, just following direction.

What I’d tell new-mom me


Jun 20, 2014 by

On the tough days, I count down the minutes until nap time. Until bedtime. Until I can get some space. Being home with my daughter full time, we are used to spending the majority of our time together, for better or for worse.

Then of course there are days like today where she was wonderful. Mature, not demanding of my attention to the point of exhaustion, sweet.

And where do I find myself? Despite being appreciative of the balance we had today, I’m sitting here, with her asleep upstairs, wanting more of her company. Oh man, am I head over heels for this girl!

So tonight you’ll find me, by choice, snuggled up next to her in her room, squeezing out a few more minutes of her presence for the day.

Because, for this moment, there’s no other place I’d rather be.

She has my heart. Photo credit C.Allard

She has my heart.
Photo credit C.Allard

How returning to school has been beneficial to my family

Jun 13, 2014 by

I returned to school to make a career change, but the impact goes beyond how it affects me personally. Returning to school has also been beneficial for our family as a whole. Here’s why.

We are deciding what’s important.

I find myself in the library to get my work done. A LOT. Prior to going back to school, we pretty much had to take my husband’s work schedule into account when planning family activities; my daughter and I could be pretty flexible if we had to in order to spend time together. But when I leave the house to study, I’m obviously leaving my family back at home. Having less time together as a family means we’ve been better at deciding what is important to us and what we can afford to postpone. This past week, after working overtime all weekend, my husband had the chance to cut out of work early, meaning there would be several hours between when he got out of work and when I’d have to jet off to class. Instead of doing our usual grocery store trip as planned, my daughter and I ditched that chore in favor of spending that time with my husband. Even if it meant scrounging together dinner that night, we the time spent as a family meant more that evening than a perfectly balanced meal.

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