{"id":33,"date":"2011-03-31T20:23:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-31T20:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/abeandlily.darais.com\/?p=33"},"modified":"2020-02-02T18:43:01","modified_gmt":"2020-02-02T18:43:01","slug":"mysteries-of-motherhood-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/abeandlily.com\/index.php\/2011\/03\/31\/mysteries-of-motherhood-2\/","title":{"rendered":"mysteries of motherhood"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Does it mean she’s full if it’s coming out of her nose?” I asked concernedly, as milk started slowly pouring out of Lydia’s nose.<\/p>\n

Abe carefully assessed the situation. Yes, it appeared there was milk gushing out of Lydia’s nose, but she still seemed…hungry. She was rooting. He shrugged. “I think she’s still hungry,” he said, and suggested I keep feeding her. So I did. Even though there was milk pouring out of my baby’s nose<\/em>, I kept feeding her because it seemed like the right thing to do. Am I going crazy??<\/p>\n

There are so many parts to motherhood that mystify me. Am I feeding my baby too much? Too little? Am I talking to her enough? Too much? Is she sufficiently visually stimulated? Is she happy?? (How can you tell if she hasn’t figured out how to smile?) Is she bored?<\/p>\n

These questions drive me to do ridiculous things. Yesterday after a feeding session, I found myself tucking a striped blanket over my bra so Lydia could enjoy the visual stimulation of stripes from the supposedly ideal 8-15 inch distance. I’ve bounced her to all three movements of a symphony in the hopes that our activity staved off baby boredom. And I’ve nursed her (several times) while there was milk oozing from her nose. Still, I battle the constant fear that I’m not measuring up in the mom department, and that my baby is the victim of all of my maternal mistakes.<\/p>\n

For example, yesterday I was reading up on baby constipation and baby acne. I thought Lydia might be suffering from the former–and she is definitely struggling with the latter. In my reading (which took me off of my intended topics), I discovered that babies a generation ago used to develop faster than babies today. Why? Because they slept on their tummies! Tummy time = muscle-development time. Today’s babies sleep on their backs to avoid SIDS, but that slows down their time line of muscle development. The article went on to say that “sleep time is back time, and play time is tummy time.”<\/p>\n

I panicked.<\/p>\n

I have totally neglected to put Lydia on her stomach during “play time.” Most play time I just bounce her on my lap, stick her in a bouncy seat, or swaddle her and hope she falls asleep. I totally forgot about tummy time. So right after reading the article, I put Lydia on her stomach and tried to visualize her little muscles developing.<\/p>\n

She freaked out. Soon she was sobbing on her stomach, deaf to my pleas that she just try it out a little longer. To heck with my muscles! <\/em>she seemed to scream. I hate this! Put me back on my back where the world makes sense!! <\/em>What could I do? I picked her up and helped restore order to her universe, while the order in mine seemed to unravel. I was sure my neglect of tummy time would translate into permanent developmental delays for my baby.<\/p>\n

But babies learn fast. We tried tummy time again today, and right now Lydia is peacefully enjoying a (closely supervised) nap on her stomach. Sleeping right next to me, Lydia appears to be enjoying the pose a lot more than yesterday. She has even let go a series of satisfying sounding toots, and I suspect the slanted, stomach down position lends itself well to gastro-intestinal happiness.<\/p>\n

So I guess making mistakes is part of motherhood, but thankfully, it appears that Lydia is surviving mine. Time to turn her over to ensure it stays that way!<\/p>\n\n\n

3 comments:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
  1. It Started With a Wink<\/a>April 3, 2011 at 8:27 PM<\/a>The\n way I see it is of course I’m going to do everything under the sun for \nmy child to the best of my knowledge and ability and I’m going to mess \nup and even if I didn’t some new finding would come out that said that I\n did. TJ’s mom used to feed her oldest skim milk when he was a toddler \nand breast feed while driving or keep him in a basket in the back seat. \n He is one of the best people I know and graduated top of his dental \nschool class plus he played basketball for the U. Anyway I know most \npeople who turn out pretty amazing didn’t have moms half as awesome as \nyou!Reply<\/a><\/li>
  2. Shandi and Alex<\/a>April 7, 2011 at 8:41 AM<\/a>I’m\n so glad I’m not alone feeling this way. I keep feeling like any time \nSebastian is awake I NEED to interact with him or he’s not going to \ndevelop to his full potential. But realistically, I CAN’T interact with\n him every waking moment because there are things I need to get done. \nThen I beat myself up over it.Reply<\/a><\/li>
  3. AnonymousApril 13, 2011 at 5:46 PM<\/a>Xitlali\n has no desire for tummy time, even at four months. She’d happily sleep \non belly if allowed, but belly for play is no way! We’ve been working on\n trying to get her up to 10 minutes. However, it ticks her off so much \nshe’s learning to roll over just so she can escape tummy time.Reply<\/a><\/li><\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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