Our no-more-naps update

Even though Avery’s only 27 months old, we dropped her last remaining nap of the day about a month ago. She had been fighting naps and bedtimes like a kid who legitimately wasn’t tired. When we dropped the nap she coped well, staying alert and relatively happy until 7pm, and then would fall asleep happily at bedtime in 15 minutes. It was a really good solution.

But then she got sick. She has been sick with one bug or another for at least 2 weeks now, and she has been NEEDING that extra sleep. The problem is, [after we weaned from breastfeeding to sleep] it took nap training with lots of tears to get her to accept that naps happened in her bed at a certain time. I knew when we dropped the nap that we wouldn’t be able to easily go back to the way it was… So instead of a scheduled nap when she got home from daycare, she has been crashing while doing whatever we’re doing (watching a movie during quiet time, going on a stroller walk, or even colouring on the floor). Sometimes she crashes at 2pm, sometimes at 4pm. Interestingly, even an hour long nap at 4pm hasn’t been messing up bedtime – she has been begging to go to bed at 7pm. It’s clearly because of being sick. I wish I could get her to sleep earlier in the day (and in her bed), but we’re just rolling with it right now. I assume that after the holidays when our days are back to normal and she’s no longer sick, she’ll stop crashing in the late afternoon and be fine without naps again.

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Mother-daughter Date Night at the Walk-in Clinic

Avery was doing better since the really-crummy-super-sick-weekend-from-hell. But suddenly yesterday I realized she was dehydrated. She didn’t have to pee in the morning (or through the night), so I figured she’d pee when she got to daycare. But when I picked her up from daycare I learned that she hadn’t peed yet, and hadn’t wanted to drink water. She wasn’t eating. In the afternoon she fell asleep with her head on my knee while we were colouring on the floor together. Then she slept on me for an hour and woke up groggy and listless. I couldn’t get her to drink water. I couldn’t get her to eat. So we packed a bag and went to the after-hours walk-in clinic when it opened at 6pm.

We waited in the packed waiting room for 2 hours, and super-mom over here forgot to bring any toys and had a nearly-dead cell phone battery. Luckily Avery had brought along a doll whom she pretended was the real patient for the doctor we were going to see.

When we first arrived, it was standing room only. I held her and rocked for almost half an hour, and although she is SOOO much heavier than she used to be, it took me back to those long nights rocking her for hours in her room when she wouldn’t sleep detached from me.

When we finally got chairs, she sat next to me reading a reader’s digest magazine… It was adorable. She also cuddled with me quietly, sang quiet little songs, played with the little hands of her doll, and watched Planet Earth on the waiting room TV. She was such an ANGEL for the entire 2 hour wait. When we finally got called in to see the doctor, it was 8pm (which is after bedtime). We then had to wait another 15 minutes for the doctor to come in. She just sat on my lap and talked about how “baby” (her doll) was sick and needed a cuddle. But she was also happy. We chatted about going home and watching tv in bed together, and although she did keep asking to go home, she never once melted down when I said we couldn’t go home yet.

The doctor was absolutely lovely and great with kids. She told us she was looking for butterflies in Avery’s ears, and then had to listen to her tummy to determine what colour “medicine” she needed… After ascertaining that Avery’s favourite colour is yellow, of course we were prescribed yellow “medicine” (Gatorade…).

Anyway, after all that we were sent home with a recommendation to try icecream and Gatorade to get her hydrated. The doctor did validate me for my decision to bring her in, though, and said I was right to follow my instincts. She was dehydrated, and we needed to remedy that immediately. Thank goodness it didn’t require a trip to the ER. Turns out, Avery loves Gatorade. She drank so much of it last night that she had three pees in her potty through the night. Shes still tired and has no appetite, but I’m making chocolate pudding for her to have when she gets home from daycare and we’ll just cuddle, watch movies, and drink yellow Gatorade until she feels better.

I kept telling her how much I LOVED spending the evening with her in that waiting room, and I had fun going on a 9pm icecream run with her. When we got home, my wife asked her how the trip to the doctor went, and Avery said, “it was fun!”

Parenting win.

Still having fun after 2 hours of waiting ❤️

My almost weekend off

I have a lot of work to do these days, and the longer I take to do it, the longer we have to put off having another baby. So my wife was going to take Avery to the family cottage this weekend where she could be with her cousins and frolic and play. I was going to have a solid weekend to myself – Friday night till Sunday night. I was going to work all day, and then relax all night. I had my bottle of wine and TV playlist selected.

But today Avery came down with pneumonia. I’m babying my baby instead of relaxing in front of the TV. I’m bummed about it, but I also wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but by her side while she’s sick. I’m really sad for her that she didn’t get to go to the cottage though… She had been talking about it for WEEKS, and had a little cry when we told her she couldn’t go. But I’m sure she’d rather be cuddled in my arms when she feels like this, too.

Tis’ the season for sickness

I have been waiting for months to get my data for my dissertation. It finally arrived on Sunday night. On Monday morning Avery woke up way too sick to go to daycare. I did what little work I could while caring for a sick child, but it wasn’t the productive day I’d been so excited for. And now, on Tuesday, Avery’s well enough to go to daycare, but I’m sick. My head is a little foggy for the detailed stats I want to be doing…

#momlife.

5 little updates to make up for 5 missing #blogtober posts

Oh boy am I ever behind on my #blogtober daily blog challenge. Maybe I’ll try again in December.

Here’s what we’ve been up to.

  • We went to the pumpkin patch with our donor’s family. The kids all played together and the adults had a great time catching up. We still feel so lucky at how our relationship with our donor turned out.
  • We carved pumpkins and Avery was so into it. She loves crafty things, and helped us design and draw the pumpkin faces, she washed and dried the pumpkins with care, and just sat quietly watching while we did the cutting.
  • We had our first overnight away from Avery. We got a hotel at a resort near my mom’s farm and my mom took care of Avery while my wife and I got away for our 10 year dating anniversary.
  • My wife is away on her first business trip since Avery was born. It’s just two days and she put her foot down and demanded to be home for Halloween. Family first. She was so sad to be leaving us for just two days. Avery cried when she realized her Mo wasn’t here this morning (she left at 4am to catch her flight).
  • I finished Avery’s Halloween costume. She requested to dress up as a cat. We are raising a tiny cat person. I’m proud.

10 Favourite Fall Recipes

I LOVE Fall cooking. I find summer cooking is a lot more expensive as a meat eater – even though we grow a lot of our own vegetables – because we grill a lot of meats. We’re big on BBQ season. But in the Fall, the meats we eat switch to whole roast chickens and ducks, or slowly roasted beef. We also eat a lot more vegetarian meals in the fall, simply because warm curries, hashes, or soups don’t really need meat to be delicious. We’re also fans of Moroccan flavours in my family, so when Butternut Squash and sweet potatoes and other sweet and savoury produce is in season, we go nuts with it. Here are 10 of my current favourite fall recipes – all have been tested (and cooked multiple times) by me.

 

 

 

 

Fried Rice

Fried Rice
By Gimme Some Oven

 

Shepherds-Pie-2

Shepherd’s Pie
By Girl Gone Gourmet

 

piri piri

Piri Piri Chicken (with roasted potatoes and rocket/green salad)
By Jamie Oliver

 

 

Pomegranate-pulled-pork_smoky-cheddar-waffles

Savoury Cheddar Waffles with Pomegranate Pulled Pork
By Chatelaine
(I use the Joy of Cooking waffle recipe and toss in cheddar, but pork recipe also links to a waffle recipe)

 

korma

Chicken Korma
By Savory & Sweet Food

 

 

Duty Calls: Balancing work & family

We’ve been away every weekend this summer, we’ve been sick a lot making for a lot of missed daycare, and our daycare provider is on holidays this week. I haven’t been getting work done. Tonight, my wife is primary caregiver while I sit at a restaurant/lounge and do some work over a pint.

It feels different than it used to to sit at this place and work. When you’re a parent, part of your brain is always on your child(ren). I can’t get lost in my work like I used to. I know my wife will be totally fine with the full bedtime routine because she has been doing so well putting Avery to sleep since we weaned, but I feel shitty about the way I had to leave Avery tonight – I had to sneak out. I tried saying goodbye in a casual, non-chalant way – “see ya later, sweetie, I have to go do some work,” but she started screaming and clung to my legs begging to be picked up. So we got her distracted with some fun task and I snuck out.

She has been very sensitive about my absence lately. You can see her get nervous as bedtime approaches, not knowing if she’ll get me or her Mo. We have yet to settle into a new routine regarding which one of us puts her to bed. I’ve put her to sleep twice now, and it has gone fairly well both times. We’re going to settle into a two-nights-on two-nights-off schedule so that bath night (which happens every other night) isn’t always the same parent’s responsibility. The parent who gives her her bath and gets her ready for bed won’t be the same parent who reads her books in bed and lays with her till she falls asleep. She’ll get both of us every night. She just has to get used to the new normal.

I’m still in a “I miss breastfeeding” phase.I feel like I’ve lost a superpower. But I know it’s not a real regret, just nostalgia. And Avery only asks for milk once every other day or so now, and doesn’t get upset when I remind her that it’s all gone. She has been such a strong little person.