Friday, August 2, 2013

Doing all the wrong things

I'm not so good at following the rules. I see the rules, I understand them, and then I interpret them in my own way. I'm also not an excellent listener. Well, that's not totally true...I'm really good at listening to things that I shouldn't be listening to (i.e. other people's conversations), but I am terrible at listening to things that are intended for my ears.

And this week has been a shining example of not following the rules. 


It was really beautiful outside all week so we kept the baby up past her bedtime almost every night so we could take her, and the dogs, for a walk around the lake.
She lived.


One night she woke up really lonely in her crib. She cried and cried for us to come in. Normally we do the 'Ferber' method and rub her back, calm her down, and then let her fall back to sleep on her own.  This time, I just picked her up and held her, and cuddled her, for over an hour. Because she's cute, and sweet, and little. And she won't be little forever. And because I cannot pause time, even though I REALLY REALLY want to. So I just stayed up with her, and held her, and we played, and sang, and blew raspberries at each other...at 1:00am. YOLO.
She didn't brake, she slept fine the next night.


Last night we had no food in our house, so after our evening walk around the lake we decided to have frozen yogurt for dinner. And feed some to the baby. She loved it.  Her Grandma Beth would be so proud.
She didn't reject all normal food after said feeding of fro yo, and was not on a 'sugar high'. She was fine. Yes, sometimes we eat fro yo for dinner. It has protein. And calcium.


My best friend Debra informed a few weeks ago that our pediatrician provided us with a sheet which outlined infant feeding, foods to introduce, how much milk they should get etc....  Clearly, I had thrown mine away immediately, so she dug hers out and scanned it to me.   
I took the sheet and shoved it in a drawer.  
Yesterday she told me that apparently they're supposed to get a certain amount of fruits/vegetables/grains per meal. 
As explained on that sheet. 
Which she dug out for me weeks ago. 
And scanned to me.   
And I shoved in a drawer. 
I was just feeding her things that I thought sounded good. Woops.
I think that by the looks of her thighs, she's doing okay.

I hope she turns out to be a well adjusted kid. We don't really know what we are doing, we are making it up as we go along. At the very least, she will like fro yo and cuddles. And really, that's all that is important.

And oh, how my definition of 'breaking the rules' has changed. Feeling old.

2 comments:

Randee said...

I love your style...we did it our way too...my daughter had icecream at 9 months....she stayed up late and lots of cuddles. You have it 100% correct..you cannot pause time and this won't last long. I am living vicariously through you since mine no longer needs me like that. Love you three!

NechamaB said...

Great Post!
This is a fantastic example of what it means to be a balanced parent.