Trying to Find Time For A Schedule....
It didn't work out that way. She woke up 10 minutes after I went to class and basically cried until they came and got me 40 minutes later. I was completely drenched in sweat and needed a shower, but there was no way I was going to try to leave her in the nursery for another 15 minutes. So I took her with me. I wheeled her into the handicapped shower stall with me, and kept her somewhat happy while I got ready. What finally turned the girl around was letting her chew on my hairbrush- hey whatever works, right?
She was pretty happy while we ran to the grocery store, but then fell asleep by the time we got home with Claire after preschool, and then woke up 10 minutes later because she hadn't eaten since 8:30 am! Sigh. She did get an hour nap in later in the afternoon, but still was off for the whole day.
I have to remember that this is my last baby. The last time to spend mornings at home together, with nothing better to do than take a nap, have a snack and maybe a walk around the block. It doesn't take much to make a baby happy and usually less is more. I need to remember this. This is my chance to slow things down and not feel guilty that I am not being stimulating enough, enriching enough, or creative enough. Home is enough for her. I am enough for her.
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