I told you I would be working on a few things - one for Peanut and one for me - so I thought I should let you know how they are going.
Crying it out
I decided since Peanut turned 6 months old she needed to start sleeping on her own more even if it means crying it out. Well, it's kind of working, when I actually try it. The past few weekends, I've put Peanut down for a nap about midday in her crib. Sometimes she cries for awhile, meaning I have to go in there every 5 minutes to stick the pacifier back in her mouth. Sometimes she just babbles until she finally dozes off. Either way, it is bliss because I have a minimum hour to run around the house and get things done.
But I'm not doing it all the time. I had a friend remind me that there will come a time when Peanut doesn't want to be held anymore so maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity when I have it. That makes perfect sense to me and while I'm not sure it goes along with the Ferber method, it goes along with my own personal method of loving my child as much as possible. So when she wants to nap during the week after I get home from work, I snuggle with her. We get to spend time together after being apart for 10-plus hours and I get a little down time after work.
It works for us. Judge me if you want.
Dressing after baby
Hillary and I have both been trying to figure out how to dress after baby. All the research I can find tells you what to do immediately postpartum, not six months to a year later.
My sister, who is in her second trimester with her second child, and I went shopping this weekend. I ended up buying an outfit for Peanut and a nursing bra for me.
You are jealous of hedonistic ways, I know.
It's not that I didn't look but I ran into a few problems. One, it is a bad time to shop. The winter clothes are being moved out to make way for Spring clothes. The problem, however, is that I won't be able to wear those Spring clothes until April, if I'm lucky. I do live in Ohio where we got a ridiculous amount of snow in March last year (so much so that it shut down the airport while I waited to get on a plane to visit Hillary and meet The Boy for the first time. I never made it to Florida. Damn Ohio weather).
And two, I don't want to buy Spring clothes yet because I'm still losing weight and don't know what size I will be in a couple months. Plus I don't buy anything that isn't on sale. It's hereditary trait passed on from my mother, who is the savviest shopper I know.
Plus the clothes that were on sale all look like maternity clothes to me and I'm just not ready to go down that road again - yet.
So there you have it. I suppose I've been successful (according to me) on one front and not so much on the other. One out of two isn't bad.