So far…
First of all, huge props to MomGiraffe for sticking with our program today while watching lil Peach.
8:15am Peach started to seem sleepy but we made him wait til we got to MomGiraffe’s house.
8:40am bottle and down for a nap. Screamed for nearly an hour…
and then slept until 11:30am!!!
12:41pm MomGiraffe calls to say he seems ready for another nap (yay!!)
1:20pm we get home and after a bottle, Peach goes down…
for only about 20 minutes.
Whoa…what does the darn book say about that??
Well, it seems that he was still tired. And truthfully, the kid does have a cold.
So I brought him to my bed and he slept for…about two hours 🙂
And woke up with his eye sealed shut with gunk!
Guess who’ll be going to the doctor in the morning???
Anyway, things are looking up in the sleep department and I hope to return after Shabbas with more progress.
Not Quite There Yet
Update from last night:
7:40-10:40pm slept
10:40 cried out a few times but then…PUT HIMSELF BACK TO SLEEP 🙂
10:40-2:00am slept
2:00am-2:15am nursed and went RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP
“So far so good,” I thought.
2:33am-4:00am SCREAMED HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF!!!
and then slept until 6:40am, when he woke up happy as a lark.
Relief??
I’m exhausted.
I mean — I am truly exhausted.
New moms are generally pretty tired. But my baby is closing in on 10 months.
Peach is a happy, sweet, yummy baby. However, the kid doesn’t sleep. Not at night. Not during the day. A catnap here. A couple of hours there.
“Enough!” I say.
And not just for the selfish reason that I require sleep. Serious sleep, in fact. I’ve always required a TREMENDOUS amount of sleep. It’s my special power. Peach needs his sleep as well. The poor kid is just completely fatigued. To the point that he sometimes looks as though he’s just a little narcoleptic.
We were starting to get a little desparate…
Enter Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child.
Never one to jump on the “let them cry it out” bandwagon, PC and I had to do something and a childhood friend recommended this to us.
Basically, Weissbluth’s ideas can be summed up in this article.
Let’s see how we are doing:
Night #1 (Tuesday)
5:00-5:40 bath with relaxing bubbles, jammies, books (Brown Bear and Very Busy Spider), prayers, bottle (Mama’s Milk!)
5:40pm-6:30pm straight to sleep
6:30pm-7:40pm SCREAMED!
7:40pm-11:00pm slept
11:00pm-11:15pm nursed
11:15pm-2:00am slept
2:00am-3:00am drank about 1 oz breastmilk and then SCREAMED!
3:00am-7:00am slept
Wednesday nap: 11:43am-12:50pm
Night #2 (Wednesday)
6:50pm-7:10pm jammies, books, prayers, bottle
7:10pm-7:40pm SCREAMED!
7:40pm-1:55am SLEPT for the MOST AMOUNT of time EVER!!!!!!
1:55am-2:09am nursed
2:09am-4:15am a few kvetches and then back to sleep
4:15am-5 something am SCREAMED!
6:30am woke up happy 🙂
Thursday nap: 11:10am-11:45am
Plus he was sent home with a fever. AARRRGH!!
Night #3 (tonight)
um…got home a bit later than expected…
7:10pm bath, jammies, books, prayer, milk
7:40pm drifted to sleep with nary a peep
Stay tuned…
A Glowing Recommendation
A former colleague wrote me the following recommendation:
To Whom It May Concern:
Rabbi FrumeSarah first introduced me to Sephora when I was a newcomer to Orange County. Having been flagged as someone with panty lines and not so straight hair, I immediately went to Rabbi FrumeSarah for help. She not only modeled for me a new line of clothing that would better conform to my zaftig body, she also took me on a virtual shopping excursions, encouraging me to experiment with a palate of makeup as colorful as Joseph’s coat!
I whole heartedly recommend Rabbi FrumeSarah, who also lent me her machberet for an interview I was doing in Israel in Jewish history. While I failed to secure the fellowship I was seeking, I learned a lot about FrumeSarah, aka “Frumie”. I miss her and hope to visit and meet her newest addition sometime soon.
With warmest regards,
“Beltway Beauty”
In case you didn’t already know that FrumeSarah’s not your average rav!
Accomplished
I received the following link this morning with the message: “This will make you kvell!”
Mixed emotions, to be honest. It reminded me of those emails floating around the internet, listing all of the accomplishments of Jews or of Israelis. If only we tell the world enough times how wonderful we are, maybe they’ll accept us. Maybe they’ll let us integrate into society. Maybe they will stop hating us. Maybe they’ll even let us return home.
But maybe these emails and videos aren’t meant for “them.” Perhaps they are meant for those of us who still don’t get it. Who still look at Israel as something other. Something foreign. Something completely and utterly separate from themselves. Kinda like the second son. The wicked one. The one who proclaims “what does all this [work] have to do with you?”
Israel has its problems. Its complexities. And its conflicts. No one denies that. However, Israel, most of the time, does try to do what is right even when faced with impossible choices. She has given and given and given and in response the world says “give more!”
Wonder what would happen of the Native Americans asserted their right to return??
Rock the Vote!
It’s Super-Duper Tuesday!!! That’s right. In more than 20 states today, Americans will be partifipating in the democratic process with primaries or caucuses being held in Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Georgia, Idaho (D), Illinois, Kansas (D), Massachusetts, Minnesota, Missouri, Montana (R), New Jersey, New Mexico (D), New York, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Utah, West Virginia (R).
Here’s a map to help:
Yup — 2/3 of the Jewish population will be voting today!!
I’m voting at the end of the day. Ever since the kids were born, I’ve always voted at the end of the day so that the kids could “help.” And then we’ll head home and watch the returns all night. Pizza and politics — God Bless America!!
I must admit that the math thing has got me royally confused. I know, so what else is new. But this election it really is complicated — at least as far as the Democrats are concerned. None of this “winner takes all” stuff for them! Thank God for Beernut — he’ll be helping me with the math.
As I mentioned to some folks on Sunday, please do vote today. Every vote counts. Not just in the election. Did you know that future delegate allotment is affected by how many people show up to vote in today’s election?
Unless you’re from Florida. As DadGiraffe recently quipped, “Florida is the new Chicago.”
And for those of you from the Right Coast or the Flyover Zone, here’s some insight into my crazy state.
Is the Rumour true??
It really was a lovely day. Who wouldn’t want to start the day waking to this?
One especially nice side-benefit of Facebook is the birthday reminder on the right side-bar. How wonderful to be greeted by a slew of birthday greetings from the most unexpected people.
Unlike my experience from the other residents of my home.
Poppyseed gets a pass because she was out-of-town for much of the weekend. So does Peach ’cause he doesn’t talk.
PC: “You didn’t give me a chance to wish you happy birthday!!”
[After I asked if anyone had anything to say to me.]
Beernut: “It’s your birthday today??”
[Um, whose responsibility was it to tell the kids??]
Got a great card from one of the religious school kids. We share a birthday so we’ve got a special connection!!
Anyway, spent much of the day at work. Took a yummy babynap with Peach. And then…dinner and a movie!
Yeah, I need to get out more often. But PC and I haven’t actually made it to the movie part of a date in a looooooong time. We’ve just been to tired. ‘Course we went to dinner at about 5:15 in order to make it but hey, whatever works, right?
Dinner was yummy and PC even managed to inform the waitstaff that we were celebrating a birthday without my looking. Of course, no one could make it to the bathroom and back that rapidly so I wasn’t surprised. But that’s OK. What was really strange, though, was that the server came by about three times and asked if we wanted dessert. Figuring that they’d put the candle on whatever we chose, we decided on a Brownie Sundae. Which they brought IN ADDITION to the slice of Mud Pie with the candle. To tell you the truth, that was a little annoying. There was no way that two people who had just completed a meal could possibly consume two desserts. I hate wasting food. Plus, it was a waste of money.
We saw Juno. I had heard very good things about Juno. And I was not disappointed. PC had heard that it was a movie championed by the Religious Right because it promotes adoption over abortion and wasn’t really interested in seeing it. Major points for taking me!! Plus — he enjoyed it!!
Funny thing, though. When we first see Bleeker’s room, I noticed this hanging on the back of his door.
Thought I was hallucinating but no, there it was again in another scene in his room.
Maybe it’s true. Maybe we really do run Hollywood…
History Buff
I love history. Always have. I love learning about things or events and how they fit into the bigger picture. For example, I love the timeline in Jews, God, and History (by Max Dimont) because it contains parallel timelines of Jewish history and world history.
So you can imagine how much I enjoyed reading about the evolution of Crayola crayon colours and the history of Legos (which turned 50 years old last week!). Thanks to Verbatim for pointing me to the Crayola info. I agree with her that some of the descriptive names are so wonderful!! And I was relieved to learn that Indian Red NEVER referred to Native Americans!
Make Certain to Smell the Neighbourhood…
An ongoing discussion between PC and me. Apparently I was supposed to know what that means before falling in love with our current abode.
Frume Sarah, didn’t the rotting car in their backyard tell you anything?? Or that the circular saw in their garage might indicate a predilection for early morning projects??
Hel-lo!! I’m only 5’3″ and that’s on a good hair day. I didn’t notice anything in their backyard because I couldn’t see over the darn wall!
The wall-shaking parties going past 2am, the illegal firecrackers in our garden after July 4th, the slew of cars parked in front of OUR house.
It’s good to know, however, that we are not the only ones troubled by bad neighbours. One very resourceful (and ticked off!) person with a bad neighbour used his experience to create a website: Rotten Neighbor. (Thanks to FunnyBusiness for sharing this website!)
Perfect Timing
I have always been one for rituals. Their prescribed actions provide stabilty in an uncertain world. They create boundaries in time and space, taking what was once ordinary and making it sacred. Taking moments of profound sadness or joy and providing context.
The laws concerning a woman and her state of sexual unavailability are known by the tractate in which they may be found; niddah. Without going into detail (a topic for another day), let us simply say that most liberal women ignore the laws and rituals known as taharat hamishpacha either out of ignorance or defiance.
In the classic How to Run a Traditional Jewish Household, Blu Greenberg is quick to point out that
“there are all kinds of rhythms in Jewish life — of nature, time, celebration, and history. Taharat hamishpachah also suggests a rhythm to life and to human sexualty. Not only is there a time for caution and a time for restraint, but there is also a time to bear children, and a time those options will be foreclosed.”
I suppose I should have been prepared. After all, Peach started eating solid foods nearly 3 months ago. November 4th, to be exact. As noted in The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, “any time the amount ot baby’s sucking at the breast is reduced, a mother should realize that her hormome level could be affected and her menstrual cycle may resume.” Anecdotally, we all know of babies conceived while their mothers were nursing older siblings. However, those older siblings were probably at least six months of age at that time for almost all mothers who are fully breastfeeding their babies are free of their cycle for the first six months. Known as lactational amenorrhea (the absence of periods due to breastfeeding), the infant’s frequent nursing inhibits the release of hormones that cause the menstrual cycle. We think of the lack of a period as a departure from the cyclical norm. In fact, going for years without a period is exactly what occurred in earlier times when we would nurse each child for several years and enjoy extended periods of time free from a period. When the cycle would start, we would soon conceive, and so forth. As a result, women had far fewer periods during their lifetime and it has been suggested that the smaller numbers of hormonal shifts may in fact be the reason for less cases of some cancers.
Peach is now 9-and-a-half months old and is getting his nutrients from solid foods (can pureed peas be considered solid??), formula, and breast milk. No matter how often I pump or how many cups of Mother’s Milk tea I consume, I can’t seem to keep up with him.
[He took 5 oz of breast and 2 of formula as a “snack” at 9:00pm. That was the result of THREE pumping sessions!!!]
So where is the ritual to mark the return of one’s menstrual period after giving birth? What can I do to soften the sadness that I feel as my body returns to “normal?” It is hard to acknowledge that no matter what I do, my baby is no longer an infant. Pulling himself to a standing position and “cruising” along the perimeter of the room signifies the start of the transition from baby to toddler.
I am grateful for the opportunity to have given life. I am excited for the next phase in Peach’s life. And I am sad too.
And that’s OK.
In my package I received just today, the Ima had included a little blessing that reads: Every Journey Brings Blessings.
Thank you, my friend, for the reminder.














