Yes, it’s true!
I’ve been blessed by a fourth child, and a third daughter, on April the 8th in the evening. State hospital this time, the Al-Sabah Maternity Hospital in Shuwaikh – not something I’d love to repeat for sure, but nothing to spit at either. Very…medicated. But the staff was great.
Although, I’m kind of hoping that this shop is closed now – I am really, really bad at the baby stages, and I’ve grown too old to manage the hourly waking calls in the night now.
Like, really. I feel absolutely b-r-o-k-e-n every time LJ starts to whimper for food in the night. And she whimpers a lot.
I’ve decided to go full on formula this time around. The breastfeeding battle was short and painful (as it always is with me), and I’m still eaten away by mummy guilt; however for the sake of the (literal) sanity of me and the baby’s, it’s for the better. It just brings too much anxiety and depressive thoughs in my case, and I had quite enough of one battle with PND; no need for a repeat. It can get ugly.
Formula is expensive and fussier for sure…but happy mother, happy child, no?
I’d just be happy if random people stopped (both accidentaly and on purpose) guilt-tripping me about it.
Yes, it’s true!
As the winter is practically over (it’d be around 30°C in shade by now, if it wasn’t for a sandstorm earlier this week which forced the temperatures way down – heck, it was 3°C the morning after it, cold even for me!), taking a good walk gets a priority for me.
But it has been picking up back to heat ever since, hence a good outing was in order. And so we did!
I’ve also “celebrated” a successful third month on Rusty Moore’s program (well, slightly modified for my needs, with Fitness Blender thrown in here and there when I feel like it, just to spice things up), and I feel great. Well, not that great yet, but good enough and better than before for sure. I’ve probably lost a pound or two as well; wouldn’t know, really, as we’ve got no scales at home. But I do tighten my jeans’ belt 2 holes more, and that’s something (we’re talking about roughly 7 cm!). What I do know for sure are three things – I look like a freshly boiled lobster after a workout, and I feel like Niagaras right after that; but I also feel exhilarated and “able” in the longer run. And that’s what really counts, as it helps me battle a lot of stuff along the way.
I also sleep a tad bit better – except for teething nights – since, well, an hour of rigorous exercise a day does add to energy loss in the end of the day and I fall in the bed half unconscious at times. Which in turn leads to better feeling in the day due to longer and deeper sleep, more energetic body, yaddi yadda, I think everyone knows that living in a certain way produces certain results.
However; that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel totally wrecked after Maryam decides to have a bad, bad night and not let me sleep, and I still refuse to skip my daily dose of treadmill (although usually shorter interval than if I slept well). It wrecks me good. Very good. Those days I tend to fall asleep sitting over dinner.
But hey. All in all, it’s better now. Not that it was particularly bad before, that is.