Guys, T.J. has already been gone for a month. We are 1/4 through the internship! Obviously there were times that were hard, but it wasn’t horrible because I had so many friends and family help out all month long.
Thanks to my in-laws. They have watched Eva countless times so I could get out and have some time to myself, and had me over whenever I’ve needed some company.
Thanks to my visiting teachers. On my anniversary, they brought be chocolates and a dozen roses. Seriously, they’re the best.
Thanks to my roommate, Hannah. She has helped me with Eva, kept me company, brought me home surprises, and even let me sleep in her bed when we had the natural disaster.
Thanks to the “widow’s club” aka Erin and Chelsea who’s husbands are also gone. They have helped with me Eva, and kept me busy with dinners and walks.
Thanks to everyone else who have thought of me by sending texts, calls, and messages.
I’m really overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of my friends and family. I don’t want this blog post to sound like that Seriously, So Blessed blog… but I think it’s too late. This month has flown by and actually been a pretty good one, thanks to all of you!
Eva went to the doctor this week for a check up. Our little chunker is 50th percentile in weight and 50th in head circumference. But the reason she looks so chubs is because her height is in the 10th percentile. She’s a short and stout baby and I love it!
I have this thing where I don’t like to cry in front of Eva when she’s happy and content. When she’s crying… that’s a whole other story.
She just woke up from a nap and is just being the cutest thing in the world–sipping on her bottle and batting those dark, long eyelashes at me. With a smile, the milk runs down the corners of her mouth because it’s hard to swallow and smile, I guess.
Anyway, every once in a while, I get overwhelmed. I get sad. Really sad. That just happened a minute ago. It hit me again that T.J. is not here with us and that we still have three months left without him. In those hard moments of reality, I have to turn away from Eva. I don’t want her to see her mom sad. I always want her to see me as a strong woman, someone who immediately turns to the Lord in those times of weakness.
So, I let myself have a couple tears, but then I say a prayer that I’ll be strong for my little girl.
And I smile right back.
I knew this day would come and so I was trying to decide the best method to go about getting Eva used to her crib. In the past, we would take her out because she would cry a lot so I was preparing myself for the worst.
The question came up… do I let her cry it out? How often to I go in to check on her? Should I pick her up when she won’t stop crying for a long time?
I researched it and I talked to a lot of friends. Here’s what I did, but first, here’s my justification. Judge me, roll your eyes, tell your mom. I don’t care. It worked for Eva, it might not work for all babies. It might not even work for our next.
- Eva sometimes will cry 45 minutes in her car seat when we are driving to Salt Lake or to visit our in-laws. She’ll be sweaty when we get her out, but she is not hurt or in harms way because of it.
- Some articles I read said that long amounts of crying kills brain cells. That’s crap. If that is true, I don’t believe it does enough damage to make a difference because think of babies with colic… they’re no worse than the babies who don’t when they get older. Eva’s pediatrician had to remind me that babies just cry and it doesn’t hurt them!
- Babies need to learn how to fall asleep on their own at some point. You can tell your baby learns if they cry, you’ll pick them up. So if they can learn that, they can learn how to comfort themselves enough to fall asleep on their own after you established a routine.
That being said, I’m sure you can guess what I did. First, I established a routine for Eva before putting her down to sleep. I give her a bath, turn off the lights, swaddle her in one of those special blankets with the velcro (a must for Eva since she was used to being in tight quarters in the car seat), give her a bottle if she is hungry and then rock her. Right before she dozes, I put her in the crib. (Make sure there is nothing in the crib, like blankets or stuffed animals.)
Next, I decided to let Eva “cry-it-out”, ferberize her, if you will. The ol’ ferberize method is a little more complex than what it sounds like. The traditional method says to check on your baby periodically after you put them down. First, you go in after a couple of minutes, then five, then ten, then twenty. I did that for the first couple of nights whenever she would wake up so Eva wouldn’t be too scared in her crib, since it was brand new to her. But I wouldn’t pick Eva up, I’d comfort her from outside the crib by shhing her and patting her back. She’d still cry, but it felt good to go in and check on her.
Sunday night (three days into it), I laid her down after doing our nightly routine. She started crying and I decided to let her cry until she went to sleep, without going in to comfort her. It took about 40 minutes. It was hard, it really was. But I knew she’d be okay. She’s five months, guys, it’s like not like she’s 5 weeks so stop judging with those judging eyes! Also, like I mentioned, she’s cried that long if not longer in the car when there was nothing I could do. So, I knew she’d survive. And she did! She fell asleep and slept for five hours straight!
Yesterday for her nap, she cried for 15 minutes then took a 2.5 hour nap. And then last night, she fell asleep after crying for about five minutes and then slept until 7:30!!! She did wake up once in the night, but very briefly and fell right back to sleep without me even checking up on her. See the progression?
There you have it. I read on my friend’s blog when she was dealing with her baby waking up every couple hours that to be a good mom, she needed sleep too. She did what she thought was best for her baby by letting her cry-it-out. How are you supposed to be a good mom if you are exhausted from staying up all night with your baby, holding them all the time during their naps, and having no structure to your day because they sleep so sporadically? (When they’re brand new babies, that’s a different story.) The way I see it, you’re helping your baby by establishing a routine and teaching them how to fall asleep on their own, a skill which they must have.
It was a rough couple of days at first for me, but it paid off in the end. Your baby will not love you any less, nor will they think they are abandoned… don’t believe those websites that tell you differently!
At least that’s my opinion.
As I may or may not have mentioned, Eva has been sleeping in her car seat until recently. I know, I know. Ridiculous, right? When you’re pregnant you read about what you’re going to do so that your baby falls asleep in their crib each night drowsy, so they don’t depend on you rocking them to sleep or a bottle.
But then you have your baby who cries 80% of the day and you do anything just to gain back some sanity in your life. You throw away everything you learned just so that they’ll go to sleep and stay asleep.
So, for us… that meant Eva would be sleeping in her car seat because that’s where she was happy. She’d sleep for 11 hours straight every night, so why fix what isn’t broken? Right?
Well, Friday night came along. Eva had been a little fussier than normal, I’m blaming it on teething (I blame everything on teething). It was about 11 pm and she wouldn’t fall asleep, she wouldn’t stop crying, so I just put her in her seat, turned off the monitor, and walked away for about 10 minutes because I was getting so overwhelmed. Where was T.J. when I needed him?
Ten minutes had passed, so I went in to check on her.
I’m so embarrassed to write this next part, so I’m going to spare you the details and let you know first that she was okay, she was not hurt, but I was scared when I walked in and saw what had happened.
Somehow Eva had wiggled or slid her way out of the car seat. Worst mother of the year award goes to me!!!
It was at that moment when I realized it was time. Time to put her in her crib.
Yesterday I found a $40 gift card to JCPenney when I was going through our old wedding cards. It was a fantastic surprise… I love shopping!
When I came to the cash register, I realized I only bought things for Eva. I had looked through stuff for me, but nothing looked as good as the adorable clothes for Eva. So, Eva has a bunch of new outfits!
A baby changes everything…
Likes
Baths, her grandparents, touching anything, sucking anything, being thrown up in the air, looking in the mirror, being tickled, Mickey Mouse, swinging in her swing or at the park, being outside, going on walks, holding the bottle, having mom stand while holding her, eating baby food… especially sweet potatoes, looking at Daddy through Facetime.
Dislikes
Church… it’s like she knows we are supposed to be quiet… those are a rough three hours each week, riding in the car, sitting still, taking naps.
Other than the newborn stage, I think this has been my most favorite stage so far. Eva is getting so fun, she even keeps me company while T.J. is gone. She is quite energetic and loves to always be moving and doing something new, so even though it’s a lot of work, her cuteness makes it all worth it.
She keeps getting chubbier and chubbier, which I’m 100% okay with. She is now 17 pounds and her thighs are as chunky as ever.
If you don’t watch Eva’s every move, she’ll pull your plate right off the table, grab the petals off of a flower, or shove the diaper right into her mouth (all happened this week).
I can’t believe Eva is almost a half a year old. I love that little girl!
Something has happened to me this year. When becoming a mother, I realized how much you gave up for your children. How much love you gave us, how much time and energy you spent on us, and how many prayers you said in our behalf.
I really can’t express the words that I am feeling right now in my heart. I just want you to know how grateful I am for you. Motherhood is the hardest job there is, the most rewarding, but the hardest. I am grateful that you were willing to put everything on the table, put our needs before yours, and foremost be a mother for your four children.
I remember the day Kelly died, I also found out were called to be the new seminary teacher. So, in addition to losing my grandfather, I now was going to have my mom teach me in seminary every morning at 6 am before school. Needless to say, that day wasn’t the greatest. But the year and a half that followed contained some of the best memories I have had with you. In fact, it turned out to be one of the biggest blessings of my life.
As time passed and most of the kids in the class stopped coming to church, it was just you and me each day with an occasional guest… Dad. I remember one morning you still made me welcome us three out to seminary. It was ridiculous at the time, but that memory will always be so funny in my mind.
I can’t really remember specific lessons anymore, but I do remember the feelings I felt in those seminary classes. It was the feeling of the Spirit. As we gathered as a family to study the scriptures in our home, loved encompassed the room.
Your role as a mother did not stop with your children, Mom, and I hope you know that. I have never met any one who has taken such strong interests in certain individuals and reached out to them. You have touched so many people’s lives, the young and the old. All the letters you wrote and cookies you made (even if you threw coconut, cranberries, nuts, and raisins into them), they made so many people through the years feel loved and appreciated. You have gone to kids’ dance recitals, musicals, award nights. You have cooked for funerals, baby showers, and widows. I may not have always loved going to the nursing home each Sunday after church, but your example taught me to serve others even when it’s not always convenient or comfortable.
Most of all, you have taught me to always lean on the Lord for support. I have told you this before, but I can’t even count how many times I have accidentally walked in on you while you were on your knees praying. What an amazing sight that is. I am so blessed to have a mother who always went to our Heavenly Father for guidance and help. Because of that, I had a mother who always did her best to choose the right and to lovingly help her family.
I only hope that I can be half the mother you have been to your children and those around you.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Love,
Katie Lee
And you thought Eva had big cheeks…
My mom rocking the perm.
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