Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Holy Sleep Regressions and other stuff

Hello everyone, just popping my head in from over a month ago.

I hope everything has been peachy for everyone! My life lately has been consumed with night shift, getting back to normal and sleep regressions.

We have a 9 month old baby.

Time is flying.

If this child could take this shovel/spade everywhere with her, she would. She picks it up every single time we play. I wonder what she's planning to do with it?

If you're wondering what a sleep regression is, it looks a little something like this..

Except this child is incessant. I don't know how I got so lucky up until now. Allie had been sleeping through the night since she was 7 weeks old. 

To cry it out or not cry it out is the question. 

It also doesn't help that I work night shift and my child KNOWS when i'm not there. Bless Matt and his patient heart. I let Allie cry it out last night for 30 minutes. She fell asleep. 

I immediately took a shower and cried for an hour. I felt like a horrible mother. I know, I know she has to learn sometime to self soothe, but it also signifies another milestone in getting older. 

However. In the time this child slept, I did get a shower, Hell I even shaved. 

And changed my bed sheets. 

Sometimes after a hard couple of days weeks, you need something to make you feel whole again. 

Speaking of figuring out your life: this happened. 

Crawling. Mobile. This child is in everything now. She thinks she crawls like she's been doing since she exited the womb. 

I'm a little nervous when the walking thing happens. So I will savor this for now. 

Life in the fast lane, I can't catch up. 

This girl thinks she can also drive. I don't even want to imagine those hostile teen years. Don't even try to say those years won't be hostile, they will. 

I have no idea what is coming out of this child's mouth, but I must say these sassy shades on point.

So when I'm not working, I try to be social with these gals. I might not see them as much as I need to, but i'm so thankful they are always there. Still getting used to my big bifocals! What do you think? I think my face is too small for them. 

So night shift is basically my life. See those tired nurse eyes? Those are due to not enough sleep. Can I get an Amen from all my peeps from 3W? I'm just glad this little lady doesn't mind my crazy hours.  

This is my work family. We put the fun in dysfunctional and don't even care. No, seriously though these people make my life so much better, if I have to work at night it will only be with these peeps. 

So now i'm off to go work my glorious night shift. I hope everyone has an amazing night, just wanted to pop my head in and tell everyone i'm still alive for the most part.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

A New Year to Remember

Happy New Year!!

I cannot believe it's 2017.

I don't know about you, but I had an amazing 2016. My life was forever changed and became so much better. I have accomplished much more than I thought I ever could.

With every passing year, we tend to expect more and more out of ourselves. Naturally, life happens and some of our goals and hopes tend to go by the wayside.

So thats why this year is going to be different. I have one goal: To be the best version of myself. 

As a nurse, I see mortality every shift, and it can make you really re-evaluate how you live. I'm really done with putting stipulations on myself and striving to do things that might not happen. I want to be satisfied with this year and every year, because life is way to short not to.

I plan to eat better for my health, to be more active to keep up with Allie, to be less stressed, to be an example for my children, but most of all to be better to myself, mentally.

Less stress = more years in our lives.

We don't know it, but the voice inside our head tells a lot of things and really can dictate how we live.   When you have a kid, they see everything you do. Everything. Even now at 7.5 months old.

I am extremely hard on myself, as most women are, about how we look. After having a child, everything changes. And I mean EVERYTHING.

I am the same weight I was before I was pregnant, however, I carry my weight in some of the weirdest places and my hips are a smidge wider. My clothes fit a little different, but mostly I look at my body very differently.

I am so proud of what my body has done. I birthed a healthy child.  I have nothing to be ashamed of.

The voice inside my head can often tell me a different story. That's what I need to change.

I just think of the voice Allie will hear in her head someday, and I want it to be a good, encouraging voice that tells her all the amazing things she can do, not what she can't.

Here's to an amazing year ahead of us, Let's do some amazing things.

Until next time!