Scnapps chocolate and just a little formula feeding
December 6, 2015
A few weeks ago I was reading – in more than a few places – that people miss the way blogs “used to be,” and by that I gathered they meant less polished, less thematic, and with crappier pictures. I have definitely got the last one handled at all times, but things do tend to be a bit curated around here these days, at least in terms of writing to a specific topic. But not tonight!
Tonight, fueled by peppermint schnapps chocolate (St. Nicholas’ helper, someone over on Instagram told me) and an hour of Christmas light peeping in the car, you get random.
First off, the baby with the teeth. Or more to the point, the baby with no teeth who may or may not be teething. He is sleeping a little better and longer at night and no more crazy crying jags, at least not of the magnitude that sent me scurrying to social media to air all my maternal grievances and concerns. Like last week.
What changed? I’m not sure. A few things, I guess. I strapped an amber teething necklace (thanks Hil!) around his chunky neck and started making sure he was eating a good, long while at 1 am, which is usually his night wake time. I’d just been pulling him into bed and passing back out for the past couple weeks, which was signaling to his tiny brain (and rightfully so) that the buffet was open for business. So it was lots of snacking and not enough sleeping, at least not for this high maintenance mom. I also gave him a single 4 ounce bottle of formula at 8 pm for 2 nights in a row. And he didn’t sprout horns, and my milk supply didn’t immediately disintegrate, and his IQ still seems really high.
Yesterday I helped my friend put on a really, really fantastic women’s retreat. It was just a day long, offered an opportunity for confession and adoration, and featured a really interesting and powerful speaker and great food.
We did very little planning. And by that I mean we traded several phone calls and emails and took 6 of our 7 combined children to Costco at nap time on Friday to purchase supplies. She did the lion’s share of the organizing and all the decorating, and it just kind of came together. And it was such a good day. And a very friendly lesbian barista at Starbucks donated $100 worth of hot coffee to Blessed Sacrament Catholic parish. So who says we can’t all be friends?
On the personal care front, I’ve started working out again with a trainer at our neighborhood ($30/month including 60 hours of childcare!) gym, and it’s been so good. I’m really sore and really slow, but she told me I’m actually not that out of shape, and that it’s just a calories in/calories out game to get the rest of the baby weight off. And by the rest I presume she means the next 35 pounds. I’ve lost almost 5 in the 2 weeks I’ve been working out with her though, and best of all I’ve broken my nasty nighttime snacking habit because I’m out of calories by 7 pm every day. It’s been so good, and just in time for Advent.
Finally, in a super over-sharing vein, we’ve switched NFP methods once again, landing this time in Wisconsin by way of the not inexpensive Clear Blue monitor. So far, so good. And mostly? Because so far, not so subjective. The worst part of Creighton (which I still heartily endorse for women who are not immediately postpartum and perhaps smarter than me) is the subjectivity of it all. Did I really see that? Did I miss an observation? Do I remember what was going on at 5:49 am?
My new little digital friend is a lot easier to read.
Ba dum ching.
And on that personal note, I’m off to scour the remnants of tonight’s boozy hot chocolate from the pots piled in the kitchen sink. I hope everyone had a fine and festive feast of St. Nicholas, and that we can all hold virtual hands and use his name and Santa’s interchangeably, at least for this one day.
Peace on earth, goodwill to men, and bishops in red slapping heretics and schlepping toys.