Saturday, January 12, 2013

An Early Taste of Spring



Spent some time outside with my baby girl today.  It was warm and sunny.  When we weren't outside, we were watching out the back door.

She's a summer girl, just like her mama.


It's amazing that, just a week ago, it looked like this...


But that's Michigan for you I suppose.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

she calls me mama


"For this child I prayed...."

I'm still amazed every day that we are parents.  This is our daughter.  After angry prayers, some long nights, and many tears, God gave us this beautiful baby girl.

Thank You. We are blessed.

One of my favorite little moments during my days at home with Evie is when I'm in the kitchen doing dishes or preparing dinner.  She comes loudly crawling behind me, chanting, "Ma-ma-ma-ma."  I know that she probably doesn't attach any meaning to those little babbles.

But I do. 

Yes love. I am your mama. 
Always.



Sunday, January 6, 2013

The Sleep Battle

Ugh.

I wish someone would have told me that a baby who eventually sleeps through the night will just as easily go back to not sleeping through the night.  I guess I was just naive. :]  This last week has been a real doozy when it comes to bedtime/naptimes.  I've read about the so-called "eight month sleep regression."  I guess that's what we're going through? I don't know.  Everlyn has never been a good sleeper, which is why I hate when people ask me, "Is she a good baby?"  How am I supposed to answer that? She's a happy, playful, curious, stubborn baby girl who just happens to loathe sleep. 

But we're talking a real battle here now.  A war.  I am fighting for every minute of shuteye I can get.

The thing is, I don't have a clue what to do.  Evie falls asleep, only to be wide awake as soon as she touches her mattress.  So I rock her, I sing, I shush.  We play soft music or white noise.  She eventually turns into a wet noodle in my arms, only to perk right up and start wailing when I lay her down.  My guess is that she's experiencing separation anxiety.  She stops crying as soon as we open her bedroom door.  (Not to mention all the growing and developing her little body is going through.)

But the more reading I do, the more uncertain I am of what to do.  Most moms/parents/experts/random people who want to give advice/ fall into one of two categories.  The first is the "cry-it-out" group.  They say things like, "It's hard, but you have to let her cry." Or, "Babies cry! That's what they do."  The most compelling thing I've heard is, "We let our younger ones cry-it-out, and they became much happier babies and better sleepers later on." Then there is the "attachment parenting" group.  These people often co-sleep with their babies, though not always.  They advocate for running to the baby immediately every time he/she cries.  They'll say things like, "Babies only cry when they need something." Or they'll say, "A baby who cries himself to sleep has lost hope that his parents can be trusted."  Or, my favorite, "There's a reason why your instinct tells you to go comfort your child." 

Again, ugh.

I can't seem to figure out which group I belong in.  On one hand, I want my daughter to know that I will always be there for her when she needs me.  I want her to trust me.  My mama heart does tell me to go comfort her.  On the other hand, I want Evie to learn to be a good sleeper.  I want her to be well-rested and develop good habits.  And I know that sometimes (most of the time) the right thing to do may not feel easy.  So what I've ended up with thus far is an inconsistent, mostly-attached-until-further-notice "style" of dealing with sleep.  What does that look like? For now, Chris and I take turns putting Evie to bed.  When she starts crying, we give her a few minutes before one of us returns to her room.  This continues until we get lucky and she stays asleep or until she is too exhausted to fight it anymore.  She undoubtedly wakes again around two or three, only for us to have to go through the entire routine again.  This usually takes about an hour and a half.  At naptimes, I usually end up spending more time rocking her than she actually spends sleeping.  And although people have often suggested co-sleeping, Chris and I decided before Evie was born that we do not believe in co-sleeping with our babies.  For one, I know of too many parents who can't get their children to sleep in their own beds because they have always co-slept. (We're talking some kids as old as ten. Ten years.) Furthermore, parenting takes such a toll on marriage as it is, so we believe that our bed should be sacred.  So, no co-sleeping for us. What to do? I wish I knew what the right thing was.  But I'm beginning to suspect that there is no "right" way, which doesn't help me either.   

So here I am... sleep-deprived until further notice.

Friday, January 4, 2013

just another day

There is nothing special about today, yet there are so many special things about today.  I get to spend another wonderful day at home with my daughter.  And although she makes it difficult to get anything done, I love just being with her.  


My love. 


Friday, December 28, 2012

Another Diagnosis, Finally

I have been struggling with my Hashimoto's diagnosis for almost two years now.  I certainly felt the symptoms before that, but I was unable to give them a name.  Thanks to this autoimmune disorder, I found myself extremely exhausted all. the. time.  My hair was very dry, I was always cold, and I had some digestive issues from time to time.  Plus, Hashimoto's took away our chances of getting pregnant on our own, at least for the time being.  I've been on medication since the diagnosis.  I also see my doctor every 8 weeks or so in order to get blood work done to test my thyroid levels.  

During these last two years, I have done extensive research on autoimmune diseases.  It is very alarming how common they are becoming, especially in women.  In my research, I have found two primary ideas of thought - medicinal and natural.  I see value in both approaches, so it is difficult for me to be 100% on either side.  However, despite being on medication and seeing my levels "regulate," I still feel like a walking zombie every day.  I literally feel like I could sleep all day.  I am most awake in the evening, which is apparently opposite of a healthy person.  My thinking is foggy, and I just don't feel a zest for life anymore.  In short, I'm not feeling better.

Chris and I see a chiropractor on a fairly regular basis.  She is so passionate about naturally healing the body, and she also specializes in nutrition.  Today, she did some basic tests and told me that I am not only suffering from Hashimoto's, but from adrenal exhaustion. (I looked up the symptoms as soon as I got home - spot on.) She explained that this is what is causing me to feel so fatigued, especially in the morning after a seemingly good night of sleep.  She is ordering some herbal supplements for me to try.  As hesitant as I have been to jump on the "let nature cure you" bandwagon, I now feel that I have nothing to lose.  Doctors are clearly not getting the whole picture, and I truly feel that most prescriptions (at least, in my case) are only masking symptoms rather than treating the root cause of illness.

My herbal supplements should be here in a few days or so.  Here's hoping that there is healing in sight.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Those Precious Babies

I don't want to talk too much about the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting yesterday, but I feel like I have to at least recognize what a tragic event it was.  

We don't normally watch TV around here (we don't even have cable), but I was glued to the screen all day yesterday as every channel covered the horrible story in Connecticut.  The world lost 20 precious children far too soon.  There are parents who will not celebrate this Christmas, but instead mourn the sudden loss of their babies.  Family members will grieve for the teachers and staff who lost their lives in the line of fire.  

I just can't wrap my mind around it.

The whole day, all I could do was think of my Evie.  How would I feel if she was the victim of such a horrible act? My heart broke into a million pieces just thinking about it.  I can not imagine what those parents and families are going through.  

Hug your loved ones.  Never go to bed angry.  We are not guaranteed our tomorrows.

"It's a good world gone real bad, and only Love can bring it back."