Did It Work?/Diet Update, It's NOT PPD!

Did It Work?

Zach woke up at 7:50am, and only once in the middle of the night. I think I may have solved his problem. He's been waking in the morning hungry so I left a cup of water and a small bowl of Multi-grain Cheerios in his room for him. I brought it in before kissing him goodnight so he saw me put it down. He munched on a few before I did it. Around 6 I heard him move around but he didn't call for me. He did however enjoy his water and I think he munched a little.

The nighttime waking was because he fell off his mattress. My parents got him a twin sized one for an early birthday gift it just hasn't arrived yet. The pillow was a huge help in calming the wakings and the snack too. The mattress will make a big difference too.

He needs to be able to attend to his own needs and was able to do that with the food. That's why he kept calling for us at night. It helped that yesterday afternoon I fixed Blankie. Blankie is obvious what it is. When I was a freshman in college Josh and I were engaged. I was in a small South Carolina town and basically the only thing locally to do was go to Walmart. I love things with a cloud pattern on it and that day, a Saturday, I decided to go on a cloud print hunt. I still have the things I got that day. Lazy pants, lazy shorts, and this blanket. I somehow knew it would be my future child's favorite.

He is a tag sucker, as I mentioned earlier and Blankie's is his favorite. Previously I had sewed the tag back on with Zach's supervision. He was looking at me like a parent watching a surgeon stitch up their child. This time he woke up during his nap and fell back asleep with a burp cloth tag while I sewed the ripped off part of the tag back on AND the loose string that was originally sewed on it down. That loose string was no longer tickling him so he wasn't frustrated by it anymore.

Diet Update, It's NOT PPD!

I'm down to 124 pounds. My 10 jeans are a little loose again with needing an extra belt loop to keep them up. What's been working is walking. I was getting tired of my routine so we started walking around stores and outside on nice days. Since I started walking so much I've lost two pounds a week. That includes 3 laps of target, 2 laps of JC Penny, 3 laps of Kohls, or 2 laps of the mall. It's a big mall. Zach loves being along for the ride.

I look a lot thinner too. My post pregnancy weight was 120lbs, my Easter goal. Before I was pregnant I was 118 so that's not too bad but my goal by Summer (which for me is the Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend) is 115. Perfect bikini size. Funny how I never felt comfortable in a bikini until after Zach was born and I quickly went back to pre-pregnancy size, basically.

I know how I gained that weight. It's not Post Partum Depression. It was "no more baby syndrome". I started stress eating why he started walking. Josh didn't get that job (but they are hiring multiple positions and are still interested in him). We won't be able to afford another child. Since then I went back to reminding myself that I didn't need new shoes after Zach but I might not be so lucky a second time. As well as similar things where I got lucky that I mentioned earlier.

When he started walking I started missing a baby. I know now that what I missed was HIM as a baby. He was 7lb 2oz when he was born, average, but grew to 16lbs at 3 months. His doctor said he was well proportioned so that's the important part. He's always been doctor defined well proportioned. But big. My Dad said I didn't hit 16lbs until after I was a year old. My brother was a big baby though so my Mom relates to that whole "where's me baby?" thing.

It's kind of nice that he drops his pants and EasyUP (Pampers) and throws them in the right place in the morning. He's a great cleaner-uper and clears his plate after eating. Yesterday at my Parent's house for lunch he even took the Dish Detergent (correct bottle) out of the cabinet under the sink and put it on the counter over the dishwasher. He lectured my mom when she didn't put it in and turn the dishwasher on. He had just loaded his plate into it. He didn't understand it wasn't full. It's kinda nice that he does so much to help me out.

The weight is coming off and my son is thriving. No depression here. I think it was just stress that made me stress eat and convince myself my eating wasn't that bad. Funny how we talk ourselves into things. I always say arguments and things like this are rarely about what the initial problem is. But they get much better when the real problem is solved.