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Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Skinny
We meant to write! Really we have! I actually had a wicked long, kick ass blog all ready to post, but well, January brought some adventures other than the local eating onion. So, we thought we’d give you the skinny as to where we have been during this month.
A. Celia cut two teeth at the same time. Parents, you know how that goes. Soon after, she began to go to town on my knuckles and started rubbing her tongue across her UPPER teeth! Ah me! Poor little lady.
B. For the second time in our 6 year relationship, Steve came down with a fever. And this was bad. His temperature was over 102 degrees for 4 days. So clearly he was off all baby duty. No holding, rocking, getting up in the night, comforting, putting down to sleep or nap, no nada. And yes this happened while Celia was teething. Can you see my eyes starting to twitch, my head beginning to tick?
C. During this my insomnia troubles finally got the best of me. Getting 4 hours of sleep on average every night for 6 months eventually will cause someone to crack we discovered.
Celia sleeps fairly well. She does still wake up, but goes right back down. I on the other hand wake and then become crack mommy. I cannot sleep again – even during the day. I run around like some coked up rock star minus the red leather pants (although if I had a pair, I’d probably put them on). We’ve known for a time that there was some chemical imbalance here, but we have high deductible insurance, and we thought maybe it would work itself out. Ummmm… no.
I started crying uncontrollably multiple times within that week period. I’m not exactly a crier… Well, I guess I really cry, well, never. So this was alarming to Steve. I would collapse blubbering away in deep sobs and then zone out in a mummy like state feeling kinda numb, kinda drugged. I started to run loose emotionally. Yelling, becoming irrational, losing my temper with a poor teething baby. Details are unnecessary; it was just bad.
And yes, during all this, I still cooked seasonally and from scratch. It was at this point that I started to think I might be nuts.
One day when I was peeling a squash (a very tedious task) and man handling a rutabaga, I looked up out the window and had one of those Wonder Years moments. The Byrds “Turn, Turn, Turn” plays in the background and the light gets soft around my face and a voice speaks saying, “Little did I know that the next winter, having prepared for this type of eating, we’d be in much better shape than now.” After all, I can quickly grab a bag of frozen beans, walk downstairs and get me some canned tomatoes, chuck me some dried peaches, I need a snack.
Another interesting twist of events was when I finally went to the doctor and found out that I am under the weight I was BEFORE I got pregnant. Whoopsie.
It was then that we realized things needed to change. I require an extra 700 calories a day to be a breastfeeding mama and clearly something went astray. To be Celia’s source of nutrition is an absolute gift in my eyes, and this lack of greens and fresh fruit is frankly unacceptable. Those things missing in my diet are then missing in Celia’s and well… no brainer, yes?
So, we have decided to forgo our adventure until the spring buds appear. I still plan on cooking seasonally for the most part, but we’ll just add sautéed spinach or throw a salad on the side.
Never fear, readers, the time is coming. I saw hot house rhubarb the other day at the store… spring will be here soon.
A. Celia cut two teeth at the same time. Parents, you know how that goes. Soon after, she began to go to town on my knuckles and started rubbing her tongue across her UPPER teeth! Ah me! Poor little lady.
B. For the second time in our 6 year relationship, Steve came down with a fever. And this was bad. His temperature was over 102 degrees for 4 days. So clearly he was off all baby duty. No holding, rocking, getting up in the night, comforting, putting down to sleep or nap, no nada. And yes this happened while Celia was teething. Can you see my eyes starting to twitch, my head beginning to tick?
C. During this my insomnia troubles finally got the best of me. Getting 4 hours of sleep on average every night for 6 months eventually will cause someone to crack we discovered.
Celia sleeps fairly well. She does still wake up, but goes right back down. I on the other hand wake and then become crack mommy. I cannot sleep again – even during the day. I run around like some coked up rock star minus the red leather pants (although if I had a pair, I’d probably put them on). We’ve known for a time that there was some chemical imbalance here, but we have high deductible insurance, and we thought maybe it would work itself out. Ummmm… no.
I started crying uncontrollably multiple times within that week period. I’m not exactly a crier… Well, I guess I really cry, well, never. So this was alarming to Steve. I would collapse blubbering away in deep sobs and then zone out in a mummy like state feeling kinda numb, kinda drugged. I started to run loose emotionally. Yelling, becoming irrational, losing my temper with a poor teething baby. Details are unnecessary; it was just bad.
And yes, during all this, I still cooked seasonally and from scratch. It was at this point that I started to think I might be nuts.
One day when I was peeling a squash (a very tedious task) and man handling a rutabaga, I looked up out the window and had one of those Wonder Years moments. The Byrds “Turn, Turn, Turn” plays in the background and the light gets soft around my face and a voice speaks saying, “Little did I know that the next winter, having prepared for this type of eating, we’d be in much better shape than now.” After all, I can quickly grab a bag of frozen beans, walk downstairs and get me some canned tomatoes, chuck me some dried peaches, I need a snack.
Another interesting twist of events was when I finally went to the doctor and found out that I am under the weight I was BEFORE I got pregnant. Whoopsie.
It was then that we realized things needed to change. I require an extra 700 calories a day to be a breastfeeding mama and clearly something went astray. To be Celia’s source of nutrition is an absolute gift in my eyes, and this lack of greens and fresh fruit is frankly unacceptable. Those things missing in my diet are then missing in Celia’s and well… no brainer, yes?
So, we have decided to forgo our adventure until the spring buds appear. I still plan on cooking seasonally for the most part, but we’ll just add sautéed spinach or throw a salad on the side.
Never fear, readers, the time is coming. I saw hot house rhubarb the other day at the store… spring will be here soon.
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