My poor not-feeling-well hubby has passed out upstairs in bed watching some 70's Goldie Hawn/Warren Beatty movie so I thought I'd take the opportunity to tap out a few things. Gonna keep it to the lighter side of life since my last two posts were kinda heavy.
Teagan has been sleeping through the night for 3 weeks now!! Score!! Tyler, on the other hand, is still waking up 1-3 times each night! WTF?! We decided the other night it was high time to put our feet down & practice some tough love. We've prepared ourselves for a few nights or even a week of painful hours laying in bed reassuring each other that Tyler wasn't in fact going to die from crying or hate us for life or any other such silly thing. Last night Tony gave Tyler the 411 on our plan, we would come see him the 1st time he cried but only to make sure he was ok and reassure him we were in the other room but not to pick him up or rock him and that we would not come back if he cried again. Well, either he was really tired or actually understood and just saved us all some grief because he slept through! When I woke up this morning I almost felt kinda groggy, like I'd had too much sleep! Hah! So we'll see how tonight goes, I have a feeling last night was a fluke. But here I am feeling all cocky about my ability to get a good night sleep and am staying up to have some Tiffy time dinking around on the internet.
I'm also doing better with the breastfeeding, perhaps thanks to the Nursing Tea I've been drinking tons of each day. I like it cold, it's easier to drink more of it. I guess it's the Fenugreek herb that's the ticket. The nurse at the lactation center told me it wasn't just to increase production but also increases the pressure of release. Basically I was hooked up to the milking contraption this morning, pumping away and exclaiming loudly as I watched in awe "hey-hey, whoa, sweetie you gotta see this, i'm a fire hose over here!" to which of course Tony was completely uninterested in, or so that was my take. It was pretty crazy! Gotta rebuild my arsenal in the freezer, we're down to just a few bags of milk and that makes me nervous.
I finally met one of my goals as a mom to get Tyler involved in some things outside the house, as well as me.
So Tuesday mornings we go to Tot Time at the Noe Valley Rec Center which is kinda a glorified playtime but also has a little segment of music time (they sing songs and "play instruments") and art/chalk time when they put out materials for some little art project or you can go outside and scribble with chalk on the pavement. On Wednesday mornings we go to Tot Picasso which is in the very same place and many of the same kids are there and is again a glorified playtime, as the gymnasium where it is held is filled with toddler specific toys, climbing things, riding things, etc. In this "class" though the focus IS art, which means they put out materials for 3 different art projects. I've discovered this class is really more for me than Tyler! He has very little interest in making these little art projects...painting, stamping, gluing, glittering, etc...though he'll give it a go for a few minutes and then announce to me he wants to go play. Usually the project is heavily guided by me as well, not that I'm doing it for him or telling him what to do but he needs some instruction and encouragement. There's several kids though that just go to town, really getting into it and spending a lot more time at the art table than out with the toys. I'm just stoked to finally have "art work" to display on the fridge and of course proudly show Tony when we get home, pointing out places I think Tyler excelled "look at the brush strokes here!" "check out the use of all colors there!" etc. to which Tony looks at me like "uh huh, you crazy!" but he likes it too.
As for MY stuff, I'm easing back into the exercise and spiritual support by doing yoga. I signed up for a new student pass at the Bernal Heights Yoga studio where I got 14 days (or 14 classes, 1 each day) for $25 and Tony has been a sweetheart watching the little ones when I go. It's been easiest for all for me to go first thing in the morning so at 645 a.m. I'm out the door with my rolled up mat under my arm heading up the hill. I just love how quiet the city is at that time, still not totally light out, the air feeling a touch damp. By the time I get out at 815 the hustle and bustle is in full swing but I'm still riding high on my yoga vibe. I love this studio, the teachers are great, the room is nice and for the most part I find the other attendees no-nonsense. Maybe it's the time of day and none of us are totally awake, but there's not a lot of chitty-chat or silliness. Although it's also kinda funny & awkward how we're all in there stretching or "meditating" in our own little ways on our mats before class starts. It's like, you know you're checking everyone out through sideways sneak glances so they must be doing the same...right? Or maybe they could care less about me and I should in turn care less about them. It's funny, I feel like serious yoga people are kinda snobby and I'll even accept that label myself. But you'd think these people would be the quasi-hippy free lovin', carrot eatin', animal lovin', earth friendly bunch and therefore would be a lot warmer. Again, maybe it's the time of day. But of course we aren't there to make friends, at least I'm not. I'm there to not have a baby sucking on my tit or a toddler climbing on my back and to not hear "critter" & "sneech" (Tony's pet names for me du jour) a hundred times in 5 minutes! I'm there to get back in touch with my body, this temple that grew and popped out 2 beautiful human beings, to stretch, breathe and focus on every little muscle in my body. I would consider myself above beginner level since I used to practice Bikrham yoga several times a week, although this isn't Bikrham so I sometimes feel a little bored by the repetition of the sun salutation etc. and damnit if downward facing dog isn't just kinda irritating. Alas, I'm enjoying it and though I'm sure I'm not going to melt off this extra baby weight with yoga alone, I'm sure it's doing my body good. Of course the first day I felt like I was going to barf, pass out & fall out in class and on the walk home thought I was going to poop my yoga pants! The next time I went it was actually a pilates class which I've done a little of at home via DVDs. I was appalled to discover I have virtually no ab muscles left after carrying 2 babies!! :( I've got a lot more work to do than I thought. Oh well, something to strive for. Tonight was my first yoga class at the rec center, in the very same room where Tyler runs around and plays two mornings a week so that took a little adjusting to. All the kid stuff is all pushed over to the side but it was still kinda weird. Then I really felt like a yoga snob as I checked out through sideways glances my fellow students who CLEARLY were not yoga people, but hey who am I to judge, good on them for signing up and coming out to this class. The teacher though rubbed me wrong too. It just FELT like Rec Center Yoga. She put music on!! She'd get us in one position and then go "oh wait, I'm doing this out of order, lay back down on your backs"! Where's the flow, Flo? I was irritated but then remembered I'd already paid (and it was cheap anyway) and it was time away for me and it was what I make of it. However I did leave with my head & tummy hurting. I've been feeling starved the last few days and my kids have been sick so who knows. Anyway, it feels great to have time where I'm just Tiffany again and not "mommy" or "critter."
Ok, I shouldn't tempt fate any longer so I'm going to hit the hay. Word of the week is "nourish."
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