A couple months ago, I was inspired by my friend Kate and others’ “Day in the Life” posts, so I took detailed notes about one of my “typical” days so that I, too, could freeze a moment in time. I figured it would be fun to have this post to look back on months and years from now when things will be totally different. And, as I was during my final weeks of maternity leave at the time, things are already looking completely different now that I am back to work part-time. For one, S is sleeping MUCH better (the day below was a particularly rough one). We also both get up earlier, and she takes more consistent naps, which helps with the night sleeping. It’s crazy how much changes in a couple short months!
Monday, August 4, 2014
Monica is 31
Garrett is 30
Baby S is 3 days shy of 6 months
Stinson pup is 5.5 years old
12:22 am – S wakes up screaming after going to sleep at 8:30 pm. She used to be a champion sleeper, sleeping from 8 pm to 8 am with only 1 wakeup, but had a major sleep regression at 4.5 months and hasn’t recovered yet. Plus, we just got back from Romania less than a week before, so her sleep is still really messed up. This night, I attempt to let S “cry it out,” but break down after 10 minutes and nurse her because frankly, it’s easier than hearing her cry even though I doubt she’s really hungry. She nurses for roughly 10 minutes and then we both go back to sleep.
4:00 am – S wakes up again. I let her cry for about 5 minutes before deciding that she isn’t going to settle back down on her own so I go to her room. I nurse her on one side, and she goes back to sleep. I head downstairs to pump the other side while reading the Internets about sleep training and convincing myself that I have messed up my child’s sleep for life. I go back to sleep at around 4:20 am.
6:00 am – I hear S stirring again; this time I let her cry and she eventually falls back to sleep.
6:22 am – She is crying again, and this time won’t settle down on her own. I nurse her again while reading my Skimm for the day. I place her back into her crib hoping for a couple more hours of sleep.
6:30 am – She fusses, but settles back to sleep.
7:30 am – She fusses again, but again settles back to sleep after a few minutes.
8:40 am – I get out of bed and take a shower.
8:50 am – I get out of the shower to the sound of S crying. She is really up now, so I nurse her, change her, and get her dressed for the day (I decide on a Kickee Pants pajama set…it’s still acceptable to keep my kid in “pajamas” all day at this age, right? EDIT: Kickee Pants calls these “coveralls,” so I think I’m legit). I dress myself (yoga pants, nursing tank and chambray shirt…my uniform of choice lately) and I put S into her bouncy chair while I do my hair and makeup. (Note: I don’t wear makeup most days unless I’m going somewhere, but with the rough night of sleep, I need at least a little mascara to look alive today. Also, even though my short hair is much more convenient than my long hair was, it sadly necessitates washing and blowdrying on a daily basis, which is annoying.) I text a couple of my mom friends for reinforcement about our horrible night of wakeups. Meanwhile, S poops so I change her diaper again. I let Stinson out of his crate.
9:30 am – I put S in her high chair while I make breakfast for myself (2 scrambled eggs with avocado, pretty fancy for me). She hasn’t really started solids yet but she likes sitting in the chair. I scarf down my food and soon she wants a snack as well, so I nurse her on the other side at 9:50 am.
10 am – I put S in the stroller and we head outside to walk Stinson around the block. Meanwhile, my friend Amie (whom I had texted earlier with my sleep woes) calls and we talk/commiserate about sleep issues (her daughter is 6 weeks older than S).
10:45 am – I strap S into her carseat and we drive to Postpartum Sculpt class at Herself Moms. The class is from 11-12 and it’s so nice that everyone can bring their babies; I have met so many other moms and babies this way! I end up having to nurse S halfway through the class because she gets fussy, but there are always moms nursing in the middle of class so that’s nice. I chat with another mom friend after class about sleep issues. (Side note: I am totally becoming that desperate mom who will talk to anyone who will listen about sleep. UGH.) The other mom has a 4-year-old who looks well adjusted and she nursed to sleep throughout the night as a baby, so there’s hope. I feel better about the situation.
12:20 pm – We are now back home. I transfer a sleeping S from her carseat to her crib; she fusses a bit but I pat her back a few times and she settles down. I go downstairs, eat a snack (white peach), and begin chopping veggies like a madwoman in order to make paleo minestrone soup for dinner. I also make a Nespresso coffee, remembering how much I love (and need) coffee.
12:50 pm – I’m finished assembling the minestrone soup, so I turn on the crockpot and set a timer. Now I need to clean the kitchen and feed myself. Oh, and do cloth diaper laundry. I decide to put on my oxygen mask first and prioritize eating. I make a salad using some random stuff from the fridge and pantry (sliced turkey, hardboiled eggs, cashews) and scarf it down.
1:00 pm – Just as I’m finishing my lunch, I hear S cry. She is nothing if not precise. I give her 5 minutes to make sure she’s really awake, and head upstairs to nurse her and change her diaper.
1:25 pm – I finish drinking my (now cold) coffee with S on my lap, then I put S down on the play mat for some tummy time while I unload the dishwasher and clean the kitchen. The pup is starting to whine, so at 1:45 we head out for another stroller walk. It’s 72 degrees outside and feels perfect. We walk to a nearby park and S falls asleep around 2:40. I dictate a few emails on my phone and make a couple of phone calls while we are on our walk. We get back to the house around 3:10 and S immediately wakes up. I am still on the phone with my mother-in-law at this point, so I comfort nurse S while on the phone.
3:30 pm – I make myself a snack of (expired, but smells ok) Greek yogurt, honey, walnuts, and nectarine slices) and stuff and fold the cloth diapers. Though I usually enjoy mundane, repetitive tasks like stuffing diapers, I sometimes wonder if it’s all worth the extra effort given the California drought and everything. I press on. I tidy the living room a bit.
4:00 pm – I put S in the jumper while I brown some sausage for the minestrone soup. Just as I am finishing the sausage, S starts getting fussy. I take her out of the jumper and put her on the playmat for a second, and she quickly barrel-rolls to the stroller. I can’t put her down anymore these days and expect her to stay where I put her! I take her upstairs and we play on the carpeted landing for a while. She laughs at Stinson, who is her favorite. I make a mental note to instal baby gates by the stairs since S is now rolling consistently and cannot be left alone, not even for a second.
4:27 pm – S is hungry again so I nurse her and change her diaper. I read her 2 books and then attempt to put her down for one last nap. She is not having any of it. We play some more, and I attempt to put her down again at around 5:20 pm, but again, she doesn’t want to nap in her crib. She continues to be fussy though, so I nurse her again as it seems to be the only thing that will calm her down since she won’t nap.
5:30 pm – I have a phone call with my supervising partner from the firm about returning to work part-time. S intermittently nurses and sleeps on me while I’m on the call, which is fine by me because I need her to be quiet and she’s only really quiet when she’s sleeping or nursing. Plus she hasn’t napped that much today, so I will take what I can get. The call goes well, and the partner is open to me coming back on a part-time schedule. I call Garrett right after and we discuss my work situation while he drives home from work.
6:30 pm – Garrett is home from work. We talk about my impending return to work (so many FEELINGS) and our respective days while he plays with S. We also talk about my attempted CIO the night before, and both decide that CIO is not for us, at least not at this point in time.
7:15 pm – we eat the paleo minestrone soup and continue our discussion. We don’t normally have this much “discussion” in our days (there is usually some sort of TV watching but not this evening) but there’s lots to talk about given my phone call with work and me trying to figure out what my return to work will look like. As you can imagine, I am feeling a lot of angst due to my maternity leave drawing to an end and, um, sleep deprivation.
7:50 pm – we start S’s bedtime routine. G gives her a bath while I sit next to the bath and watch (there’s not really room for both of us to give her the bath due to the sliding glass door, so we alternate). She has become much more interested in her bath toys as of late and it’s really cute to watch her play and splash in the tub. I wrap her in her shark towel, put on a disposable diaper for night time, followed by a onesie and sleep sack. G gives her a bottle of expressed milk while I read her a bedtime story; this night it’s “But Not the Hippopotamus!” by Sandra Boynton. I then nurse her for a few minutes and she’s asleep by 8:45.
9:00 pm – I tidy around the house and respond to some emails while G catches up on work. I get ready for bed, write in my “Line a Day” journal that I’ve been keeping for nearly 4 years (!!!) and pump. We’re finally both in bed and the lights are out at 11:11 pm. I promptly fall asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
2:45 am – Someone’s hungry again…