THE NAPTIME STRUGGLE NO MORE

So the other day I posted a Facebook post that said something along the lines of "Help, my baby is an alien and driving me completely insane because she won't sleep" <--- Ok, not exactly those words but similar meaning. After getting all sorts off great advice from my friends and family, ranging from all ends of the spectrum I finally decided that the best advice I got was to let Penelope let ME know when she was ready to sleep. Within reason.

She's always been on a sleep schedule. Not because I made her, but more that I watched her patterns and wrote them down. When I found a common thread it was easier for me to know when she was tired by simply remembering the times. The problem with that is apparently babies evolve. Because apparently they are little human beings that don't stay in one space until the end of time.

For some odd reason I had a REALLY hard time figuring that out. Like spending 4+ hours a day trying to get this girl to nap, type of hard time. Like ready to throw myself off the balcony, frazzled hair, non eating, blocking myself off from her in another room...type of hard time.

And now looking back...as if it wasn't only just three days ago I figured this out. I can't help but laugh at myself because I really thought I was smarter then my daughters own sleep timer. You WILL go to sleep God help me! You WILL take your three naps a day like Babycenter says you need! Perhaps my first lesson in learning that my daughter really does know better then me (or Babycenter) what she needs and when she needs it.  I am not the messiah of intelligence of how her life should run.

When I figured this out, then everything turned into a cakewalk. I'm getting work done again, I can blog now, I have a clean outfit on and my makeup done... SHOCKER. Oh and Penelope? She's sleeping great.

The biggest lesson of the past few weeks?? Relax. Breathe. Pay attention to your kid. Go with their flow.

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LIFE

I know that with the fitness post I inspired a few people. And I really had a hard time figuring out if I was even going to write about this. But then I decided that tons of women deal with this and it really is a shame not to mention it in my own story/blog.

I was steadily losing weight and super focused on my fitness goal when BOOM! I found out I was pregnant. And I thought it best to just silently stop doing any posts and just make the announcement once we reached the "safe point". Unfortunately just a few days shy of that point, I had a pretty traumatic miscarriage. 

It has been about a week and mentally I'm better now, physically still recovering. I don't want to go into super detail but one thing I kept thinking all day all night...what was the purpose? I don't get what I'm supposed to learn from this? 

And I decided I don't have to have every area of my life figured out and together. Because I pride myself of being in control of every aspect. Like, I'm the girl who always has "it" together. So I stopped trying to figure it out and started to take care of putting pieces back together. 

And at that moment I figured out that I'm kind of running on fumes. Giving 190% to everything and everyone around me, but not stopping to just...breath. And so my main goal right now, is to listen to all my loved ones and start to take care of myself. Because I'm obviously not superwoman.

So, I will be doing my goal posts. I will be focusing on getting my health and body back to where I want it to be. And I hope those of you who joined in with me can now keep ME motivated since I see you've been doing so awesome. 

Everyday will get a little easier, especially with the phenomenal support I get from my family.  And as for the cute little perfect angel from another planet that I get to call my daughter. She makes everything prettier, funnier, funner, happier, and easier. So onward until God decides to bless us with another little muncho.