Monday, September 29, 2014

Bedtime with Brynna

*Brynna has been co-sleeping with us for a few months now and while it has it's downfalls -- kicks to the head and stomach -- it seems to be working for us. Of course we know that soon it will be time to relocate her to the crib again before the baby arrives but I'm not counting down the days.

There have been many times throughout this pregnancy when I have a little anxiety attack thinking (1) I'll soon be responsible for two humans, (2) how hard it's going to be and (3) realizing that Brynna and I won't have that constant one-on-one time. Will she hate the baby? Will she hate us? Will I ever be able to leave the house again? These are the thoughts that hit me from time to time. 

Perhaps these fears are why I'm secretly cherishing our co-sleeping arrangement. Of course I'd love to be able to stay up late to catch up on reading or my shows instead of going to bed at 9 p.m. every night, but soon I'll be up at all hours of the night. Some nights I really don't like our nighttime routine because I'm spent by the end of the day and just want to curl up on the couch without having to read numerous books and sing songs to my daughter. But other nights, especially on those really hectic days when I've been chewed out by a reader or everyone just got on my nerves, I love our nighttime routine. 

Last night was one of those nights. 

We spent the day preparing the playroom, nursery and unpacking items (we were on the verge of moving but it didn't work out so we are sticking around for a bit), which was not fun. Trying to fit 2 kids in one room is going to be interesting. We were exhausted by the end of the night and laying down was all I wanted to do.

Brynna, of course, was ready to put off bedtime for as long as she could. After brushing her teeth, throwing her stuffed animals onto the bed and asking for stories (she talked us into reading five books
last night) it was finally --finally--time to go to sleep. Alex knocked out. Porkchop and Beans were snoring. Brynna was still up and of course that meant so was I. She normally talks to herself as a way to try and keep herself from dozing off but last night was different. Just as I was reaching that point where I'd ask her to close her eyes and settle down, she snuggled close to me -- her head on my head, her little arm linked around my shoulder, her breathe on my face -- and said "My mama." Okay, so that was incredibly cute and I of course replied with "My Brynna." But then she said "Mama my friend." And I said "Brynna is my best friend." And she surprised me by responding "Mama my best friend. My Mama." 

My heart melted. 

I closed the book I was attempting to read and cuddled the heck out of that little girl and gave in and sang her two more songs. 

I'll always remember these mom and daughter moments and continue to look for them in our daily interactions. 


Friday, September 5, 2014

Morning Routine

Mornings before Brynna looked very different than the mornings after having had Brynna. And now that I'm pregnant with the the second baby, my morning routine is anything but simple.

Before children -- start work at 7:30 a.m.

Night before work * Pack a healthy, well-planned lunch complete with all essentials. Pick out work clothes. Spend the rest of the night reading, watching TV.
6 a.m. * Wake-up, lay in bed until second alarm goes off at 6:15 a.m.
6:15 a.m. * Take a shower, take time to shave, lather, rinse repeat.
6:30 a.m. - 6:50ish * Pull on stain free clothes previously laid out the night before. slip on heels, head to bathroom to put on moisturizer, makeup, blow-dry hair, spritz on perfume and hairspray.
7 a.m. * Grab a bagel and coffee that hubby has made for me and head out to work.
7:30 a.m. * Arrive at work; begin day.

After children -- start work at 7 a.m.

Night before work * Throw a sandwich together or grab an already made salad, toss into lunch bag along with fruit, string cheese and anything else I can grab a hold of before Brynna realizes I'm in the fridge and attempts to close the door/ grab the milk/ or grab any of the condiments on the refrigerator door. Last time it was the hot sauce. Have Brynna "help" me pick out work clothes, which really means allow her to pull bras, socks and jeans out of drawers as I decide between maternity jeans, maternity dress or another maternity dress. Grab sandals and hope no one at work notices I wore this outfit earlier in the week. Pick up Brynna's mess.

5:30 a.m. * Wake up, hand Brynna (yes, she slept in our bed again) to my mom who arrives every morning at 5:30, sleepwalk into the shower.
5:45-5:50 a.m. * Turns out that whole walking into the bathroom ordeal was just a dream. Hit snooze and didn't wake up until now. Finally get into the shower.
5:55-6 a.m. * Lather, rinse, bypass shaving (again, even though pregnancy makes shaving an everyday requirement these days) and can't recall if I'm wearing a dress or jeans -- hope for jeans. Hop out of the shower, find a few suds in my hair, towel them off.
6-6:15 a.m. * Run into the bedroom to pull on the maternity dress, nursing bra and oh-so-sexy maternity underwear and hope no one notices the less than smooth legs. Attempt to snap on sandals but end up needing to sit down to do so. Notice myself in the mirror and wonder how much weight I've actually gained. Look at the clothes in my closet and miss my pregnancy clothes. Oh, the choices!
6:15-6:30 a.m. * Head to bathroom to throw on some under eye concealer, powder, blush, masFcara and eyeliner. Realize I forgot my sunscreen and wonder if I should start over. Realize I'm running out of time so instead pull out the hairdryer and start to do my hair. The sound wakes up Brynna who calls out for Mama. Rush into her room and pull her out of her crib into a bear hug and ask her what she dreamt about. The answer these mornings are typically Muno, Brobee or Swiper. Head into the kitchen where my mom has pulled out my lunch for me and thrown in a banana and some bottles of water. Hand Brynna over to Nana and head back into the bathroom. Realize it's late and all the rushing back and forth has caused me to break out in a sweat. Put the hairdyer away and pull hair into a ponytail. Brynna is now in the bathroom trying to get into the makeup drawer where she finds the lip gloss. Rub on some cream, spray some perfume and hairspray and try to persuade brynna to get out of the bathroom. She goes but only after she gets cream and perfume.
6:40-6:45 a.m. * Hug Brynna and tell her I'll be back after work. Sometimes there are tears other times she says bye without even looking at me. Tell my mom what to feed her for lunch today. Grab my lunch, purse and breakfast (a Luna Bar) and run out the door. Pack up the car, give Brynna a hug and kiss and head to work.

Look at the clock and realize I'll be a few minutes late to work. Drive to Starbucks cause, hello, caffeine.

7:15 * Arrive at work to start my day. Think about what to feed Brynna for dinner.

What does your morning routine look like?