I won't do that when I have kids



Before having kids everyone is filled with all of these wonderful ideas. You already know how you are going to be as parent. In the back of your mind you have a plan for exactly what you are and are not going to do with this tiny human and everything will be perfect. Everything is just so simple and you aren’t exactly sure why all your friends who are parents are so stressed out. It’s all about time management and you got that down. Before I had Adelyn I was one of those people. Hell, even before Adelyn, with my now step-son I was one of those people.


Well you learn quickly that 90% of those ideas go out the window and you have to wing it. Every time you think you’ve got that tiny wonder figured out, she changes on you, keeping you on your toes and exhausting you in the most loving ways possible.

I was adamant about not having kids in my bedroom, let alone sleep in my bed. My room was my private place, where I had the freedom to decompress and escape. I don’t know why I didn’t realize there was no such thing as escape when it came to the tiny humans, no matter the size. With Mark, I stuck to my guns of, “No tiny humans in bed,” but he wasn’t an infant, and could be soothed with a nightlight if he ever woke up during the night. With Adelyn it has been a whole other story.

In truth we have been lucky. Nearly every night she sleeps through until morning no problem, but there are some nights that she wakes up and nothing but cuddles can make the tiny tears stop. My husband is the master of getting her back to sleep using the holding and cuddles method. He is also much larger than I am. With ease he is able to wrap her up with one arm as she snuggles onto his chest and dozes off. It doesn’t work that easily for me. She throws herself all over me and can’t stay still on my small, bony shoulder. I have to lay down and have her rest on my chest until she’s fully sleep. God help me if I mistake twilight sleep for REM sleep and have to start the whole process all over again.

One thing that I didn’t think would be a point of contention--T.V. and electronics. With my step-son it has been a struggle to find a happy medium. He used to have meltdowns when we were out and we didn’t let him play games on our phones, it didn’t matter how many times we told him we didn’t even have games on our phone, he’d still lose his mind. Teaching him that it was okay to be bored and bringing his activity back up was one of the hardest but best things we have worked on with him. Now when we run errands or go to a restaurant he brings books and reads or draws crazy creatures in his sketchbook. Seeing how much he has changed by being unplugged compared to when I first met him has been so rewarding. Now when he does get to play Minecraft he appreciates it. It’s not something that he expects and has meltdowns over anymore. Yes, some of his home activities give us more work when it comes to setup and cleanup, but it’s worth it. He has started using his imagination more and his conversation skills have improved drastically. I hope we can continue this with Adelyn.

But we kind of fail with her at night when she’s being a crazy, sleepy, unruly baby. After reading her multiple books, especially her favorite touch and feel That’s not my Unicorn, countless times, and producing the opposite of the calm lulling effect that reading has also done to me. I’d break and turn on the T.V.

Our go to baby tranquilizers are Disney movies. And boy does this little Minky Mouse watch them. She settles down and smiles as the characters sing and gets so angry when a song stops. So far her favorites are Lion King, Moana, Tangled and Princess and the Frog.

My initial worry about her watching T.V. came from reading countless articles that said watching T.V. supposedly stunts their language development, but nothing has stopped this babble queen. She has been trying to talk and figuring out her tongue and the sounds her mouth makes since she was 4 months old. In the past few weeks she has been chatting with us and giving her opinion in baby talk. Mixed in with her abundant dadas, rare mamas and the new Lilos she has also said:

I love you (once while cuddling in bed)

Bye

Adelyn

Hello

Hi

Hey

Damn it

Ohhh

Thank you

And then there was one word that reminded me that my adorable little girl is a sponge. She said

Terrorist. But in full context she answered with this after we questioned if she was done eating and the wall, floor, table, and myself was covered with her dinner. More than once we called her a tiny terror or terrorist because of the path of destruction she leaves in her wake.

Not only is she thriving and trying to expand her vocabulary, she is showing how well she is processing words we say to her. While at Target, Tyler and I pointed out a Minnie Mouse outfit and I asked her if that was a Minky mouse? Adelyn not only shook her head no, she firmly said, “NO.” I then asked her, “Are you the minky mouse?” and she nodded saying, “Yeeees!” with a giant smile.

Adelyn has always been a very attentive baby which is probably why I completely threw my no babies and strollers at Disney rule out the window. I can’t tell you how many times I told my friends, family, and husband that I would never ever ever bring an infant to Disney. That lasted until September, when she was about five months old. I completely justified bringing this tiny human with us because her older brother was there. I’m not going to lie, September was rough. It was hot, and she was still purely on the bottle. When we went back with friends in December it was easier. She was really starting to be more aware of the world around her and was fascinated with the constant change of her surroundings. The best thing about that day was seeing her face lite up while watching the 3pm parade. Now, for those keeping count, Adelyn is under the age of one and this past March she had already been to Disney three times.

My little giggle queen had a blast and I was totally surprised when she started to hum to. I mean I call it humming but it was more like Adelyn flicking her tongue out and blowing raspberries to the music. Trekking all the baby gear around still sucks but it’s getting easier since she can eat regular food now and soon will be off of formula completely. I still wonder about those who bring newborns, but I can’t judge them anymore. I know the memories I have created and I would never change the difficulties of lugging her stuff around for a single one of them.

Besides swearing I would never bring a baby to Disney, I thought I would never give my

baby flour until she could talk. With all my digestive issues I was terrified I would make her sick and I didn’t want to put her through that. But no one ever explained to me the power of a puff. Man do those little rice/wheat snack foods help Adelyn’s hangry moments when I’m dicing up her food. Thankfully, introducing wheat has shown no signs of celiac, and the strawberry allergy I had developed while pregnant with her turned out to only affect me.

Aside from not sharing my bed, watching T.V., regulating her diet, and believing I’d never take an infant to Disney, I didn’t have that many plans for how I would raise my kids. I just knew I didn’t, and still don’t, want to raise assholes. I never intended to raise them in the church but somehow it’s become a thing for me. On Sundays I drag both my kids to mass. My step-son has fun in Sunday school even on the days days that he has to do Catholic calisthenics. When we have Adelyn we stay in the cry room she doesn’t cry but ever since she has become mobile the little beast wants to explore. I never thought I’d allow my kid to crawl around everywhere but I’d much rather chase her than hear her cry and scream. Happy baby, happy mommy.

And what makes a happy baby isn’t always what you plan it to be. Sometimes when they are little you just have to wing it and slowly learn what works for your baby and your sanity. Like nightly cuddles when she wakes up from a nightmare, or when she can’t find her pacifier and you’re too slow to pop it back in. As they grow, so do you. You can change how things work and adjust with your child. All you can hope is that once your child is out of your house and out in the world, he or she isn’t a jerk, a bully, or an ass. As parents, we can only do so much without a guidebook and, let’s be honest, if there was a guide book it would be out of date before it ever lands in your hands.

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