Life continues, regardless of how little sleep one is getting. I shouldn’t complain, We have a healthy boy who is getting lots to eat, a brilliant and beautiful daughter, but I do wish for a little more sleep! Mostly, things are good and we are figuring our what works for our son. The other night, after I got a paltry hour and a half (total all night long) of rest, we realized that Jude is stimulated by sleeping with me. He sees me, smells me, hears me, and wants to nurse every 30 minutes or so. Every time I was just getting to sleep, he would re-awaken and want to eat! If he cuddles with Bradley, however, we get around two hours of rest at a time. It is making all the difference in the world. We even tried a little formula, thinking that perhaps he wasn’t receiving enough nutrition, but he drank very little and what did make it in was promptly burped up all over three different sets of PJ’s and mom.

I complain, but Jude truly is a joy. He is beginning to look at us – really look at us. He studies our faces like he’s trying to memorize the way we look. He coos and gurgles. He smiles in his sleep. When we kiss his little mouth or cheek, he quickly turns his head and latches his mouth onto a nose or lip in an attempt to suckle. He continues to be fairly low key. He squeals at diaper changes when his skin is exposed to the air and just hates to have his clothes changes, but he is easily soothed. Today he was in his swing when Bradley walked over to say hello. Jude had his head turned and upon hearing Bradley’s voice sought him out by looking around. He knows us and is showing interest in us. It is amazing how little he has to do to make us exclaim with joy. What a little gift.

I was feeling pretty well. I had almost entirely cut out my prescription pain medication when Martha got underfoot a few days ago, causing me to skitter the leap through the air to prevent falling and hurting myself and the dog. That was not a good idea. That darn fascia is back to hurting with those stabbing pains again. I must have strained it a bit with my gymnastics. Thankfully my Dr. gave me an ’insurance’ prescription so I think I’ll go get that filled tomorrow as the first 50 will be gone by then. Other than that, all is well. I am obsessively weighing myself again, now that the trend is downward again, and I am 23 pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight. So, my grand total is 71 pounds lost! Wahoo! That feels pretty good. I am motivated to get back out on the track again and doing my weightless training, but I am just not there yet, which is a little frustrating. I need to get back into some kind of shape for this summer’s activity. Namely, Disneyland! Walking is key there as one spends all day doing it for five days and you need stamina! I also want to use nursing to my advantage to lose more weight. Along with diet, exercise and nursing, it seems like the fat should fairly melt away. I just need to recover a little more…

Today we took Gigi to the park with her friend Sophie. It was a nice outing and the sun shined so baby didn’t get too cold. Tomorrow I’ll be taking Jude to school to meet my students. Hopefully I won’t be exposing him to a bunch of germy kids…

One last bit of good news is that I got a scholarship to cover half of my tuition for the National Board Certification program that I’ll be going through for next year. I felt fairly validated that I am a decent writer who has valid teaching philosophies and practices. This is the first time that I have ever won something like that. Good stuff!

Tamara


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