Skip to main content

Determined

Teething has interrupted the 10-12 hours of sleep we were getting and Bug started waking up 3-4 times a night for the last month.  Seriously, newborn style.  After speaking with the doctor about it, he said in between her teeth coming in, we could sleep train her so that she wouldn't get up to pretend to drink the 4 ounces of formula we made (and waste 3.5 ounces) in the middle of the night.  Supposedly a baby's internal clock is on a 3 day rotation.  So it takes 3 days to get them in a routine.  If you're consistent with something for 3 days, you should be set.  Should be.  (Hopefully.)  I heard from people (the nurse at the doctor's office, the moms at day care, co-workers) that their kids cried for 1-2 hours the first night.  I dreaded this day, especially since Bug had gotten herself on a routine of 10-12 hours of sleep all by herself at 5 months.  (What a tease!)  I loathe the teething process.  I'm 100% (accurate statistic) sure all parents do, but...we've got to go through it to see some pearly whites!  (Or in this case, A pearly white- singular.  You see it?)
Last night was night #1.  Bug cried it out for 40 minutes.  Did I say cry?  I meant...scream...like bloody, bloody murder.  Then about 10 minutes each time she woke up.  The entire night blends together, so I'm not sure how many times that was.  This morning when we woke up all I could think was, "We survived."  (I wish I could say the same for our neighbors, who probably thought we were torturing our baby.)  I was ecstatic about it, really...and am now "ready" to take on tonight.  I feel motivated, no matter how much I wanted to cry it out myself last night, hearing Bug scream "MAAAAAMAAA!" (which is quite clear these days). 

Wish us luck!  It might take more than 3 days, knowing Bug.  ::SIGH::  My kid, right?  :)  I love her.  You've got to hand it to her- she won't accept defeat.  Determined!  Haha??? 

Night #1:  Mama & Daddy-1  Bug-0

God Bless,
Kat

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 month Cub (9, 10, 11 too)

Clearly I've missed a few monthly updates of the Cub.  I apologize.  We were busy and life has literally taken us for a whirlwind ride.  To be really honest, I lost a lot of motivation to write these past few months because I've every time I started to write, all I could think to write about was my grandpa, Papang, how much I've missed him, and the endless tears that came out when I thought of him.  Every time I reflected back on the moments with my kids and my family, I seemed to cry, thinking of how much he's missed even in the short 5 months he's been gone.  After months of tears and prayers, I feel like I'm officially starting to feel like I'm healing.  While I know I may not heal completely, I can function without tears flowing from my eyes every moment of silence. Cubby has grown quite a bit (to say the least) since my 3 month update.  Here is the gentle giant's growth in months 4, 5, 6, and 7. This weekend, Cubby turned 8...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Kinder Grad

Kindergarten can really take a toll on the parents.  (Yes, I meant to say parents.)  I knew we were in for a lot of activities and volunteering, but I did NOT know that it would become a second job to be an involved school parent.  I was told that by volunteering and being involved, it would give your kids (and their classmates) all the benefits.  At a private school (especially a Catholic private school), if there aren’t any volunteers, there aren’t many activities.  So ultimately, I knew I had to participate.  Could I have cut down on the activities I chaired or took part in?  Sure.  Why didn’t I?  [Insert long sigh here.]  Because in the end, I realized that I wasn’t sending my child to a private school because it was better than the public schools in the area.  (We actually have great public schools in our district.)  I was sending my child to a private Catholic school so she could learn about her faith.  The most imp...
Post a Comment
Read more

9 years later...

This is the story of a dentist-in-waiting-nomad, Angela (a.k.a. my sister, "Ate"-[for those who don't speak Filipino, pronounced "a-teh"]) and a basketball playing of an engineer. Freshman year: boy sees girl and never speaks to her. Senior year: boy befriends girl's sister and gets his chance. A winter formal came along. Boy asked. Girl accepted. Boy meets girl's brothers (eek!), mom, and dad (EEK!). They danced. Girl moves to San Francisco, then San Jose. Boy moves to San Jose. Boy moves back to Valencia. Girl stays in San Jose. This summer, girl will move back to Valencia. Soon, boy and girl will finally be getting married! 9 years later! I have yet to express how excited I am that my sister and Louie are finally getting married. (Not that they needed to tie the knot to officially make Louie a part of our family.) For nine years, Louie has become another big brother to me and an Uncle "Looouuuwweeeee" to my nieces- always willing to d...
3 comments
Read more