Unswaddled at Last

Early on when Alethea first came home from the hospital we used a blanket to swaddle her.  That lasted all of a week, since she would always get her arms out.  So then we bought a fleece sleep sack that had a separate wrap part that went around her arms and had a giant patch of Velcro to hold it shut.  About a month later she had figured out how to weasel her arms up and out of that.  It was at that point that we began calling her the Houdini of Swaddle.

Having decided against other swaddling products available in local stores as being too easy for our Houdini to escape from, I went online and found the Miracle Blanket.  There is a lot of nice verbage on their website, but as Peter put it, “It’s essentially a straight jacket for babies.”  It doesn’t have ties, but it does have two flaps that go over the arms and tuck in under the baby and then two longer flaps that you wrap several times around the child to hold the arms securely in place.  Just what we needed.  I ordered one and it worked so well, I went back later and ordered a second.

So we used the Miracle Blankets for about three months, but then she started to get her arms out of it.  I’m not sure how, since often the flaps for her arms would still be tucked neatly underneath her back.  Despite her Houdini like maneuvers, I had decided that we should swaddle her as long as possible, since it really does help her sleep.

But the last straw came the other night when I went into her room at 4am, an hour after Peter had been up to reswaddled our escape artist, and found that she had managed to roll over so many times in her crib that the Miracle Blanket wasn’t even on her, but was instead rolled out in a line across her bed, like some sort of discarded mummy wrappings.

I told her then and there, “That’s it.  We’re not swaddling you any more if it means we have to wake up once an hour to rewrap you.  You’re just going to have to learn to sleep without it.”  And so she is.

Five Month Update

Today is Alethea’s five month birthday.  Happy Birthday, Baby!

Since we don’t have another well-baby check up until six months, I don’t have any current stats for height/weight, but I do think she went through a growth spurt the week after her last visit to the pediatrician, so she’s definitely getting bigger!

This month has brought about huge changes in Alethea’s gross motor skills.  At four months, she was just beginning to roll from back to tummy, could only sit if she was really slouched over and supporting herself with her hands and didn’t really seem to be aware that crawling was even a possibility.  Now at five months she can roll over at will, any time, on any surface, even if she is swaddled.  We find her wedged into all sorts of funny positions in her crib and she’s never in the spot I put her down when she wakes up from her naps.  Just this past week or so her sitting has improved so much that she can sit with her back is straight for several minutes and she can even sometimes reach for toys without falling over.

The biggest development though has just happened over the past few days when Alethea has begun to do something of a cross between an inch worm imitation and an army crawl.  She doesn’t get very far very fast, but it is unassisted forward motion nevertheless.  Yikes!  Time to go baby gate shopping.

As far as sleeping and eating go, we are still not on solid foods because every time we try, Alethea ends up with horrible gas and can’t seem to sleep at night. For a while in the middle of the month, I felt like we were making progress with sleeping issues, but after Alethea got sick, everything went bad and even though she seems to be feeling better now, the disruption has caused some regression in her sleeping habits.  As I posted previously, I was hopeful that being able to move around would help her sleep and she does seem to prefer being on her stomach, since that’s usually how she ends up, but it doesn’t seem to have made any change to her inability to sleep for longer periods.

Other than huge changes in her motor skills, this month has continued pretty similarly to the fourth month.  I am still not eating dairy, although I missed cheese so badly in the middle of the month, I had an experimental dairy eating day, but Alethea was terribly gassy that night, so I’m back off of it once more.  We continue to use the swaddle/pacifier combo for sleeping.  I’ve tried a few times to put her to sleep unswaddled and she either doesn’t go to sleep or it takes her a really long time and then she takes a very short nap, so we’re still working on that transition.  In the middle of the month, she was putting herself to sleep without the pacifier once or twice a day, but since she got sick, that skill has not returned.

While I am long over-due for a good night’s sleep, it sure has been fun to watch her change so much this month and she certainly seems to enjoy showing off rolling every which way!  She is such a happy child and seems delighted by anything new or shiny or bright.  The best way to get her to stop crying is to take her outside or for a car ride and then she forgets whatever upset her because she is too busy looking around at everything.  The other day when we went to Target, she just laughed the whole time, up and down the aisles, she was just giggling away.  It was so funny!

Over all, this month was a bit easier than the last so I’m hoping that means that we’re making progress, even if it is a bit slow in some areas.

What Goes Around Comes Around

I’m sick.  Got a bad head cold with sore throat.  I think I got it from Peter, who seems to have gotten it from Alethea.  I’m not exactly sure how she managed to be the one to bring the germs home, but she did.  I’m also surprised that Peter got sick from her first.  Peter doesn’t usually get sick at all.

Anyway, the head cold combined with the fact that Alethea has been sleeping worse than normal means that I’m dragging today.  The good news is that today Alethea is back to her exuberant self, so at least I’m not dealing with a whiny kid any more.  I had been wondering why she was being so difficult.  I mean, I knew she was stuffy and probably had a cold, but goodness, was she ever a trying child over the past few days.  But now that I have the same cold, I feel bad for being impatient with her.  It’s got to be tough to have a headache and a sore throat and not be able to say, “Hey mom, could you help me out here?”  Poor kid.  I’m feeling more than a bit whiny myself.

On the bright side, it’s a lovely day and I’m getting some stuff done around the house.  I even put pictures in two frames that have been sitting in my bedroom for months awaiting photos.  (Yes, I am one of those people who has empty picture frames displayed around the house.  But in my defense, there weren’t a lot of pictures to pick from when I was just framing photos of me and Peter.)  I framed these two:

I am a Fashionista

So I had this money making idea the other day, and I thought I would run it by all of you to see what you think.  You can be my test market, so to speak.

My moment of inspiration came as I was trying to make myself presentable to leave the house and run errands.  As part of the process I had to change my shirt with the massive spit up spot on the shoulder and all down the arm (there might have been some on the front of the shirt too, I can’t exactly recall).  Anyway, I started thinking that people (not me, but people) pay perfectly good money to buy jeans that already have holes ripped in them.  If there is a market for that, could there be a market for pre-spit up on shirts?  Because if there was, I could just sell shirts like that and then, not only would I make money, but if my shirts became the next big thing, I would never again have to change my shirt before leaving the house because of a silly spit-up spot.  I could just tell people, “Oh no, Alethea didn’t spit up on me, this is just my Gucci sweater.  It’s the latest thing.”

So what do you think?  Should I be calling the people at Armani?  Or do you think it would be wise to keep my day job?

Some Things I will Never Understand

Let me start out by saying that I don’t mind watching sports on TV.  In fact, if it’s Twins baseball, I actually enjoy watching it.  Other sports are fine in moderation as well and I try not to get on Peter’s case too much even when he watches games/teams/sports that I couldn’t care less about.

But every now and then I catch Peter watching sporting events that have already taken place.  Apparently we get a channel known as ESPN Classic and allegedly the games they show are so famous and fabulous they are worth watching even though everyone knows who wins and what they have to do be victorious.  At least, this is what I have been told.

Whenever I realize that such a “classic” is on our TV, I have to stop and ask Peter, “Why are you watching this?”  And he will inevitably answer, “This is the game where so-and-so does such-and-such.”  And then I say, “If you already know that is going to happen, why do you need to watch it happen?”  To which I have yet to receive a satisfactory explanation.

For the good of my marriage, I suppose I should leave it alone, but I just wanted to say for the record, I really don’t get it.

A Day of Accomplishments

Today for her second nap, Alethea fell asleep on her own, in her crib, without being swaddled, for the first time ever!  Way to go, Baby Girl!

Today I worked out on my treadmill for the first time since Alethea was born.  Alethea was watching me and laughed.  I won’t speculate as to why….

Those Big Baby Blues

Every morning when I go in to get Alethea, the first thing I do is to look at her eyes and see if I can see any hint of brown creeping into her baby blues.  I love her eye color just like it is right now.  It’s kind of a rich blue/gray and I think it’s the most gorgeous eye color!  If it were a paint chip, it would be called “Deep Water”.  (And by the way, how do you get the job of naming paint colors, because I sooooo want that job.  Or the street naming job, then I could make “Central Parkway”, “Line Drive” and my favorite “Order In The Court”, but I digress…)

So far I haven’t really noticed any change in Alethea’s eye color.  They may be slightly darker than when she was born, but it could just be my imagination.  For now, I will continue to wait and wonder, will it be blue or brown?

Go Alethea, Go!

Alethea’s night wakings don’t seem to be improving much.  We have okay nights and bad nights, but only about once every two weeks does Alethea sleep for more than 4 hours without waking.  I keep getting my hopes up that something will improve her sleep, like turning three months old, or starting zantac or eating solid foods.  Well, three months wasn’t a magic number, the zantac is helping feedings be less of a struggle, but was not a sleep miracle and as for eating solid foods, that gave her such bad gas that she was waking up once an hour to pass gas, so we are taking a break from solids and will try again later.

While I am not enjoying the sleep deprivation, I am coming to accept that it is what it is, and that I can do my best to make her comfortable and help her learn that night is for sleeping and she has to sleep in her own bed, but in the end, it is up to her to figure out how to stay asleep.  And like learning any other skill, it may take some time for her to get the hang of it.

Speaking of skills, Alethea is getting to be a real pro at rolling over in both directions.  She was practicing a lot yesterday and seems to enjoy the freedom of movement.  However, she does get frustrated that once she gets on her tummy, she can’t move forward.  Her little legs start madly pushing in the air, but she only occasionally gets them to push on the floor and move her forward.  She has managed to push herself a little bit with her arms though.  The other night she rotated about 270 degrees of a circle while on her stomach just by pushing to the side with her arms.

Now I’ve heard that once kids get more mobile, they often sleep better because they can pick the most comfortable position to sleep in.  I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up again, but maybe…. soon?….

Confessions of the Un-civic Minded

Okay, so I have a confession to make.  Every week I eagerly wait for our local newspaper to arrive in our mailbox.  Now, I would like to tell you that it is because I am very civic minded and enjoy reading about the many wonderful things happening in our community and ways I can get involved, but that’s just not true.  Honestly, I just love reading the police reports.  Peter and I have a good time imagining the people and situations behind the news.

Take for example the report in the paper this past winter about a snowman getting his head knocked off.  Peter figures that only some cranky old man would report a snowman getting decapitated.  “Those gosh darn kids!” But I don’t think that kind of guy builds a snowman in the first place, so that one mystified us a bit.

Another favorite of mine was the car that was reported stolen.  According to the report, the distinguishing feature of the car was a bumper sticker that said “Drive it like you stole it.” I guess they did.

More recently, there was one about a pair of night vision goggles being stolen from a residence.  I asked Peter, “What sort of person has night vision goggles laying around their home?” Peter said, “Your brother.”  I said, “Oh, yeah, I guess that could happen to anyone, really.”

While we have fun with our current newspaper, we miss the reports of the paper we used to get when we lived further outside the cities last year.  Plastic lawn chairs going missing, neighbors dogs in the chicken coop, various animals out on the loose.  Oh, and I’ll never forget my all time favorite, the guy who couldn’t get the police to come get rid of the people who were hunting (legally) on the property next to his.  So he ran an extension cord down to his property line, hooked up a boom box and played music at them as loud as he could.  The police did end up coming to issue a citation, but they gave it to the guy with the boom box, not the hunters.

You just can’t make this stuff up!

To make up for my uncivic reveling in the police reports, I did scan the rest of the latest paper.  Turns out applications are being taken for married women interested in becoming the next Mrs. Minnesota.  There is no swimsuit competition, but there is a personal interview as well as an aerobic wear competition.  Huh?

Like I said, you really can’t make this stuff up!