If you all have been following my blog for a while you will know that I am not one of those moms that brought the baby home from the hospital and let them sleep in the bassinet or crib.
I am the mom that attempts the crib or bassinet but am to chicken shit to follow through.
Lael slept in the bed with me until she was 5. 5 people. Who does that? That mean that when I finally decided to break her of it (at my husbands’ request/threats) she was old enough to tell me where to shove that idea.
But I did it. She is now 7 and still bargains her way into my bed on the weekends or school holidays.
Now enter Kobi.
I was DETERMINED to do things the right way this time. I started off great at the hospital. I would swaddle his little ass and put him in that hard plastic bassinet. When I got him home I followed through with it. And then he realized that my bed was more comfortable. Especially if he was in my bed snuggled under my armpit.
All it took was one night of sleep and he promptly turned his nose up to the bassinet. But he was too little for the crib (in my opinion). So what did I do? I let him sleep with me every night.
Around 5 or 6 months I tried to put him in his crib. I decided to “attempt” the Cry It Out method. That was bullshit (in my opinion). I just couldn’t do it. He wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy. It was not good, so back to my bed he came.
I decided to wait for him to get a little older. Finally at 8 months I decided to try again. He did much better. There wasn’t much of a fuss. He would sleep for about 3 hrs in there. Progress.
Initially I would put him to bed around 9:30. He would sleep until 1:00. After a few weeks I moved it to 9:00. He still slept until 1:00. Then I decided to get feisty and moved it to 8:30. He slept until 3:30. This went on for a few weeks and I was happy about the process. Of course each time he woke in the wee hours of the morning I would bring him into bed with me.
Then last month I decided that 8:00 was a better bedtime. I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. He went down easily but still woke at 3. That is until the second night in. He slept from 8-6. Non-stop. I couldn’t believe it.
That only happened once but since then I’ve stuck with our routine. Dinner, bath, bed. He knows the routine. Then a few nights ago he decided he didn’t like it anymore. Actually he decided he didn’t like sleep anymore at all. I don’t know if it was a growth spurt or his new tooth but things were getting ugly.
Down at 8, up at 11, then again at 2, then 5, then 6, then 7:30. The past few days had been U-G-L-Y.
Then we enter last night. I put him down around 8:30 and then I woke at 3 and he wasn’t next to me. He was still in his crib. Knocked out. I debated on letting him continue to sleep, but my throbbing boob decided he needed to eat.
I woke him and fed him and then changed him. Just when I was going to carry him to my bed I changed my mind. I decided to put him back in his crib.
I went back to bed around 3:30 and flipped though the tv for a few minutes.
Then I woke up at 7. I had fell asleep. Wait. Did Kobi stay asleep?
Yes. Yes he did.
Last night was the first night he did not sleep in my bed at ALL.
The newness of having a baby brother has officially worn off. While she does love him and love playing with him, the jealousy bug has set in.
She’s been acting up lately and I’ve been coming down on her hard. I don’t even recognize the child she has been lately. Talking back, deliberately ignoring me, doing the opposite of what I tell her to, rolling her eyes, huffy breathing. I’m used to her showing out here and there but it’s been a little out of control.
My first thoughts are always, “it’s a phase”, but I thought a little harder about it this time. I had to figure out what was really bothering her.
Then the other night, I snapped. I had had enough. She pushed me to my limit and I spanked her. I haven’t spanked her in a very long time. I had given up on spanking. Swore it off forever.
I was wrong. While her actions were completely out of control, how were mine any better?
Later that evening we snuggled in bed and we talked. She cried about how everything is about Kobi. She explained how she was upset that she was the small cute one anymore. That she always has to be quiet because he’s sleeping. We can’t do certain things because Kobi is too small. Kobi, Kobi, Kobi.
She broke down in tears and my heart hurt. This is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. I wanted her to feel the love of having a sibling at home full time. I wanted her to learn the responsibility of helping out.
I once again question my decision. Have I ruined her. She told me that she doesn’t want Kobi to get in the middle of our love and friendship. What do you say to that? I was speechless.
I need to do better. I am filled with so much guilt. If she only knew how much I love her. How nothing could ever take away the joy she has given me. How I am a better mother to Kobi because of what she has taught me.
She’s too young to understand now but I hope one day she will.
We had your 9 month checkup last week. You are 20lbs and 28 1/2 inches. Growing just like you should.
We saw the cardiologist before your pediatrician and you are in the clear. No more heart appointments. It's such a relief!
The last few weeks have been a blur.
You've learned so many new "tricks" in such a short time.
You can now shake your head "no". It's quite funny. I think you purposely do things you shouldn't just to hear me say "no" so you can shake your cute little head and smile at me.
You say "mama". Your dad argues that you aren't really saying it but you only say it when I am home.
You love peek-a-boo. Not like before when you giggled at me. Now you like to be the one doing the hiding. You lean your head down or put a blanket over your head then pop up real fast. I die from cuteness overload every time.
You are a champ crib sleeper now. I'm glad I waited for you to get older. You are set in your routine and you don't put up a fuss.
You are still nursing. Well, that's more of an accomplishment for me. Anyway, the problem is you have zero interest in a sippy cup. Zero.
You love Lael. Like seriously. Even more than you love her you love her hair. You have made pulling her beads your new favorite pastime. When I'm doing her hair you pick up the brush to help.
You love to eat. Anything. Everything. It's a challenge for me to eat around you. But I like that you aren't picky.
You are a speed crawler. The baby gate stays up 24/7. And now you've learned to climb on things. Dude. Slow down. There's time for that later.
You have brought so much joy to this house. Your laughter. The way you squeal when I come home. The way you mock the sounds I make.
I'm so in love with you. Especially how much you made me laugh during our photo shoot. You giggled every time the camera flashed.
February is over. As quickly as it came it’s gone. I think it has a bit of the short month syndrome. You know, trying to overcompensate for being the shortest month.
There were so many awesome things that happened that I didn’t time to blog about them.
But it needs to be remembered.
Then Chinese New Year was celebrated at the beginning of the month.
This was a big deal for Lael’s school because they study Chinese from PreK through the 5th grade. Lael decided to be one of 4 kids from her class to participate in their Chinese New Year celebration. She gave up recess everyday to rehearse for this big production.This also meant I had to listen to her speaking Chinese around the house for weeks.
I show up early on the day of the event. I secured a second row seat and I was armed with my camera phone. Yes, I totally forgot my “good” camera but didn’t think it would be a big deal.
There entire auditorium filled with all the different classes.It got crowded rather quickly.We watched a few different groups act out their songs and dance.Then it was time for Lael’s group.They walked back stage donned with wearing paper masks. They lined up on stage behind paper umbrellas and begin peeking out while singing a song (in Chinese of course). The song and story line were cute and I followed along well but I soon realized Lael wasn’t on the stage.
I was confused. I was sure that I saw her go backstage. Her group finishes their song and everyone claps but the kids don't leave the stage. It gets quiet for a moment and we realize they aren’t done.
Suddenly a kid that has on a mask different from the rest jumps from behind one of the umbrellas. She walks to the middle of the stage and grabs the mic. She begins to sing a song.She had such a soft sweet voice.Wait, is that Lael?
Yes. Yes it was.
My child stood in the middle of that stage and sang that song all by herself.
I had no idea she had a solo. I didn’t even know she could sing so beautifully. I could not hold back my tears.
After the performance I tease Lael about not telling me she had her own part.I walk up to her class to get her things and her teacher stops me.
She tells me that the 2nd grade classes will be having a Black History Month play at the end of the month.Then she tells me that she has given Lael female main character role because she is so theatrical.I don’t know whether to be excited or worried.No, I was super proud.
The performance were supposed to be the 24th but they postponed it until today.Funny they are having it after Black History Month is over, but who cares?
In addition, they were given a biography project. Lael chose Michael Jackson as her famous person and there was a Spelling Bee.
Our month was filled with studying spelling words, looking up facts about MJ’s life and rehearsing her play. It has been busy to say the least.She made it to the 4th round in her grade Spelling Bee.She’s excited to do it again next year.
I am headed to her school soon for the play and she also get to dress up as Michael to read her biography on him.It’s going to be exciting.I even ordered her a sparkle glove and red “Thriller” pleather jacket for her to dress the part.Oh, how fun.
Stay tuned for that post.
**In case you are curious, they are acting out a book called “Dinner at Aunt Connie’s House”by Faith Ringgold.**
My name is Keyona (Key-ah-nuh). I've been Active Duty in the Air Force for 13 years. I am a mom to a 9 year old girl and a stepmom to an 11 year old girl and a jungle gym to a 2 year old boy.
I am married to my best friend.
I am easy to get along with.
I am silly.
I am forgetful.
I am proud to be a mom.
I am happy to share a piece of my life.
She's 7 going on 16. She is in the 2nd grade. She loves hotdogs, fairies and all things nice. Currently she loves to watch all things Disney and Nickelodeon but every now and then I'll catch her watching Dora. I just pretend not to notice. Her favorite saying is "My Bad". It drives me nuts. She has a strong will but loves to please her mama. She has a smile that can melt you and cheeks you want to nibble on. She is the best part of me and the light in my life.
The last member of our family was born May 14th. We are still getting acquainted with one another.....