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Jan. 10th, 2025 12:34 pm
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1st day at childcare today for May may.

Before we even got there, the day was already insane.

6AM wake up from Wendy "Mummy I'm wet" Somehow, the night nappy just couldn't hold what it was supposed to hold. The night before, I was gung ho and decided to try adding an extra chore to my life by night training wendy : which meant, get up in the middle of the night and sit her on a potty next to the bed, and then put her back to sleep.

The first. night, I think she'd spent most of the day with my mum and, my mum isn't good at keeping kids hydrated so I think she was dehydrated so we got good success. She did one pee in the middle of the night and the nappy seemed dry in the AM. so I was a tight ass and thought oh. Can reuse then, perhaps. lolz.

Then the second night (which was this night)-- it clearly did not work and perhaps that so called dry nappy .... had 1 pee in it from the previous night... but also when I tried to put her on the pot at 1am she said "no mummy dont need to go" and i felt her butt and the nappy seemed like there was a wee in there so I thought oh. Maybe she just peed. Too bad, and I let it go.

6am feels really early when someone (Elizabeth)decided to wake you up every 1.5 hours for a boob cuddle. So I was super tired. I got them up. Changed the bed. Bag was already packed for school but i didn't want to feed them breakfast because I wanted them to eat at school.

It was raining pretty much.

somehow it took forever, despite starting at 6am and having already packed a bag and May2 already dressed in clothing I had deemed suitable for childcare the night before -- She pooped in her nappy.

Oh wait you know what the hold up was, so I had the kids bag sorted (clothing all labeled, may mays bottles all labeled, the formula saschets all ready to go, etc in a tidy packet but I hadn't sorted out MY OWN BAG for my own childfree morning. So I spent ages dicking around with my own bag.

Note to self. Now I need to pack Wendys. Elizbeths. and Mine.

The bag I tried at first, was too skinny to fit all the stuff in it although it was huge. So I had to find a big fat bag, which I promptly did and then fill it. I wanted stuff to go to the gym, as well as an umbrella cause its been raining etc. So by the time I got that sorted, and we were leaving the house it was 7:50 and of course the long bus thats closer to the house was coming in 8 min which for me, is sufficient time to choose it over the short bus thats further away from the house.

We got to childcare at 8:10 rather than the 7:45 I was hoping for.

So Wendy got breakfast at least but May may didn't have time. I mentioned it to the educator. She's lovely but she's swapped rooms from Wendys older kids to the babies, so she's still learning the ropes. She had trouble opening their milk cupboard to show me where to put the formula.

I didn't have expressed milk because its day one : I don't save extra and anyways, from the past I've learnt she doesn't like frozen defrosted milk anyway. So its like, whats the point of that effort if she's not going to drink it. But today as we were separated i pumped milk to maintain supply and scalded it hoping that would break those enzymes they say make the milk not taste that good - and put it in the fridge to take to school tomorrow. Hopefully they will remember to use it for her. Also hopefully I remember to transport it in because that would be another step for my already overloaded brain. Maybe I should write that down.

I left her playing with some toys. I kissed her good bye, waved, etc. I swear she saw me walking out the door.

Apparently no tears, got a phone call update from the educator saying all was well (I initially was like oh shit, do I need to go back to the childcare?? why are they calling?) but no it was just fine so I didn't.

I did get the tears and "SO GLAD TO SEE YOU OMG WHERE DID YOU GO" face when I came to pick her up around 3:30 pm.

she didn't have a second nap and was so close to falling asleep in the car on the way home but the 2 min drive wasn't long enough. So it was in the cot for the terrible time of 4-5 pm which is too late and impacts bedtime.

I think for the future I need to write, 930am nap 1 and likely 2pm for nap 2 because otherwise 7pm bedtime is hard to achieve.

Things to note. Apparently she's not an easy read baby, the educators just said she was so happy all the time and just smiled and ate so much food, they couldn't tell she was tired. Lolz. And since I walked in the door at 330pm, they were about to put her to sleep but since I was there then there was no point of that.

See how tomorrow goes.

Today was so haphazard, it felt like I was scrambling to stuff as much as I could into the day that I didn't really get anything good done. Which isn't true, I did. But the house still needs so much work, like the freezer is full of stuff. The fridge needs a rejig.

Bossy

Sep. 5th, 2024 08:31 pm
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After 1.5 hours of trying to repsonsively settle my used to be amazing sleeper newborn now 6mo old into her cot in her sisters room, I gave up and retreated back to cosleeping in my own room.

It's a waste of a double bed putting a 7kg baby next to an adult in a bed that should fit 2 average sized adults (squishily but dooable).

I want an adults bed back.

If the 6mo old is asleep in a double bed, no one else can really do anything else on that bed except 1 adult, sleep.

boo. hiss. My other option is to buy another bed (lol) a sofa bed, for the living room.

but there's the problem of a cat with claws that love to claw the couch.

The current couch is already clawed. If I want to change the couch (which I do) I'm gonna aim probably for second hand because then I don't have to cry when the cat claws it.

I was also thinking to get a cover for the couch.

Then I can cover the claw marks lolz.

Anyhow so I spent 1 hour today moving the cot back out of the toddler's room (man I was so ambious when I put it in there. I was like yeah! I can have 2 kids sleeping together in 1 room, leaving 1 room for adults only. Boo! Winnning at this parenting thing.

But no, Izzy flat out refused to sleep in that room, at night. Everytime I picked her up she would cling. and her sobs turned to whimpers. At one point I breastfed her, thinking after an hour of screaming, she must be thirsty -- and she drank and promptly fell asleep, and I put her down but I didn't think that would last - and 30 mins later she was awake and screaming again.

This wasn't going to work. I think she sees the bars as a barrier between me and her, - like I was abandoninng her into this cage.

So anyway, I wasn't prepared to repeat that again any time soon. i measured the cot height. This one can function missing 1 side down (or so the previous owner said it can become a "toddler" bed later if you take away the up and down door bit. -- which she said should function but never has since we made it. So I managed to somehow, all on my own, basically dismantle about 80% of it, just enough to get it through the doorframe, and then remantled it, and then shoved it in the corner, and blocked it up next to the bed. There was a 5cm gap, so now i've gone and folded a doona into a pillow and shoved it in the gap between the rail and the wall, and balanced the cot matress so its up flush no-gap straight against my mattress.

Not 100% safe sleeping but its gotta be safer sleeping than co sleeping with me in a double bed, 100kg me, with loose sheet and blankets and all sorts (she has a bag, I have a blanket- but still.

Now she has her own space. decent sized.

I've been thinking lately that my moving about the bed, is influencing her sleep. That I move and then she feels it, and it wakes her up and that interrupts her sleep and she sleeps poorly, and then she asks for boob and the cycle repeats.

So I really do think she needs her own space, it just has to be in a way where she has access to my bed (technically, but she can't crawl yet) and I'm right there.

Tonight I was on my own too putting both of them to bed,-- it's a feat - I achieved!

I laid her in her new position (in the cot) with the white noise and nightlight on, and she put herself to sleep.

She knows the room- she sees my bed - and there's no cot bars inbetween. She must have felt comfortable. It's been 2 hours and she hasn't asked for anything just yet. And here I sit, finally having some breathing room.

Wendy didn't try any funny buisness too much after the usuall, dinner/bath/blueybrushteeth.

I told her the bathroom would be closed so to do all her pee pees before we left the bathroom.

She said mummy I'm hungry (girl, you ate decently enough, and was playing with it, so ..., no) and I said too bad the kitchen is closed.

And somehow she accepted that.

We went to the bedroom. Nappy. PJs. 1 book - she tried to get 2, I made her choose 1. She asked if I would sleep there too - I said no, Daddy will come later if you close your eyes.

I kissed her, her toys, tucked her in, and left.

Waddayaknow you can reason with a 2 year old. Or at least, this 2 year old.

Earlier today she asked me "mummy why are you so bossy". lol. Excuse me little miss. I think you are just as bossy.
whitewriter: lun (Default)
This article made me reflect on my childhood

I have this memory of when I was about 8 (but the size of a 12 year old). I didn't look exactly fat in photos -- but I remember feeling large and awkward a lot of the time compared to my peers.

When I was 8 however, i was chasing my cousin through her house, and I fell, and slid on the floor and my foot went right through their wall, creating a hole. My mum's really handy so she patched it up easily but I remember everyone marveling at how I could just "go through the wall" like that. My mum said the wall was like a tofu (soft). But I remember thinking wow. I'm like a real giant.

This brings me back to always not being allowed to "run" anywhere. Other kids would run and my mum would always be yelling at me "no running or you'll fall". Back to the article above, I do at times correlate the 'no running' to issues in older years in regards to clumsiness.

No running could also have been attributed to being born a girl in a time of strong gender stereotypes from a migrant parent.

It makes you wonder how I will parent. I'm not adverse to using those backpacks with the dog leads on them for children. Just saying...

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