Day 8: Teething Ain’t Easy

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I work Tuesday through Friday. So Monday was essentially an extension of the weekend… and went about as well, except worse.  I am certain that my calories were not so crazy, but I don’t know for sure because I DIDNT TRACK.  Not tracking is so much worse than a 5k calorie day  to me.  Tracking  is a habit I’m trying to build and it’s so disappointing to break the streak.

I enjoy listening to a lot of different people.  I think most everyone has something great to offer.  I love hearing new ideas and ways of thinking, and am always trying to bring more positivity in my life.  I’m not die-hard fan of any one person.  I listen to what they have to offer and glean the information that applies to me and is in line with me beliefs and goals.

There’s a consensus from most of the sources about losing weight: you have to get enough sleep.  I haven’t consistently slept well for the last six years, since #1 was born.  I started nursing school after I had her, and she never slept through the night on her own until she was five.

I worked 12 hour night shifts while pregnant with #2.  Thankfully, she was a great sleeper, but not perfect, and #1 was still struggling with sleep.

When #3 was born, we thought we had the sleep thing figured out since #2 was so easy.  NOPE!  She started out ok, then the chronic ear infections started.  She got tubes in her ears and it helped, but there’s always something.  Right now, she’s cutting 6 teeth and is just miserable.

I don’t believe in cry-it-out for us. I get that it is what some people choose and it’s right for their family.  I envy those that it works for.  I attempted it with #1, but after hours of crying (so hard she’d throw up), she’d sleep for half an hour and start screaming again.  It felt so wrong, so I decided I needed to trust my mom-instincts.  If something felt so wrong, it wasn’t right for us.  It’s been hard though.

I co-sleep with #3.  Two weeks ago I started sleeping in her room with her on a futon that’s in there.  Before that, she was in the master with my husband and I.  Everyone started getting more sleep at first and I thought we’d found a great compromise… then the last few nights were horrific and I was so frustrated “I’m right here!  Why are you crying?!?” And, “I’m not a pacifier!”  I had to put her in her crib and let her cry for a few minutes (not cry it out), just so I could chill out.

Then in the morning, she woke up and was still fussy and had a runny nose.  Our saving grace is that no matter how awful the nights are, she always wakes up in an infectiously good mood, so it wasn’t like her. Later in the day, she bit down on my finger- she doesn’t usually bite.  I also noticed she was grinding her teeth together. So I felt around, and sure enough, her back teeth are cutting left and right, top and bottom.

It’s hard to make good food decisions when I’m so sleep deprived.  I figure we have another solid year before there’s fewer interruptions to our sleep.  I just pray I can still lose weight now despite our sleep struggles!

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