Here was yesterday's intake: 1 8-oz. can of ginger ale when I got into work, 1 restaurant-sized cup of orange Fanta with lunch (is that 22 oz. or so?), 1 small glass of Sierra Mist when I got home, and then exactly half a 2-liter of ginger ale throughout the evening.
Glorious.
I just can't do it. I cannot drink more than a glass of water a day, if that. It's like my throat closes up and won't let me swallow it because it tastes so horrible. So, whatever works. I'd rather hydrate with sugar than underhydrate. It's just the feeling of those bubbles going down my throat...wonderful.
A little tip I happened upon: I live on Mucinex. With my asthma having gotten so much worse over the last couple years and especially during this pregnancy, chest congestion is just a part of my life. I was on my second jar of Mucinex, wondering when it would begin working its magic, when one night, about an hour after taking it, I drank a glass of ginger ale. All of a sudden, everything loosened up like I'd been waiting for it to do for a couple weeks. I realized that the carbonation in the ginger ale probably got to the pill and helped it dissolve much better than water ever had. I began taking it with soda after that, and it's been working like a charm.
I am still wondering how this whole converting-to-a-big-boy-bed thing is going to go. I was originally leaning towards converting the bed when the new baby needs its own room, maybe a couple months after it's born (of course that raises the question of whether or not this is something we want to be dealing with along with a new baby). However, he's been lifting his leg up over the rail and sticking his foot out over the top of it. While I don't think that he's going to be climbing out anytime in the next couple months, I don't think that we're going to make it as long as we thought we would. We probably want to convert the bed before he inflicts injury upon himself.
I don't know...maybe 2 months before baby or so. In the meantime, I suppose we should start talking about the big boy bed and showing him pictures.
Considering we may need to convert on a more emergency basis if he does figure out how to get out, I just bit the bullet and ordered him his UGA bedding set. I figured this is something he won't outgrow, and now we will have a place to hang all these random UGA pictures that we have no place for (great reason, huh?). I guess I didn't feel too bad about it since we're not going to get new bedding for the baby (poor baby is a hand-me-down kid already!).
I am excited about it:
We need to get through paci weaning. We're pretty much there. Each night has gone better than the previous. Really, though, it's a process we started several months ago.
We first started by saying that he wasn't allowed to have them unless we were in his room. Eventually he figured it out - we'd be playing in his room, and when he was ready to leave to go somewhere else, he'd take it out of his mouth and hand it over as if it was a ticket out of the room. One day, I took all his "comfortable" paci's (the ones that are contoured to fit the child's mouth) and switched back to the gumdrop paci's that you get at the hospital:
They work for him, but we could definitely tell that he could survive better without them than he could his former favorites.
The thing was that he didn't need a paci to sleep at school - he hasn't used on there since he was about 16 months old. We knew it wasn't an issue of him not being able to sleep without it - it was just more of a comfort thing that he was going to take us up on as long as we enabled it.
Finally we got to the point, though, where he was starting to chew through his paci's to the point where we would find them lying around with about 3/4 of the tip hanging off. So I'm sitting there one night last week about to rock him to bed and, thinking that we would need to get him off the paci sometime so he doesn't bite off a piece and choke, I made the snap decision to do it that night. As I left his room and heard him screaming at the top of his lungs, I thought "what did I just do? This is it...there is no turning back. If I do, he knows that next time I try to take it away, all he needs to do is scream long and loud enough and I'll bring it back to him." So there it began. The first two nights were pretty rough for about 10 minutes, the third night was moderately rough, and then by the fourth night, he was doing just fine.
So here we are - on the wagon for 5 nights. My little paci-free boy is growing up. I love it and I hate it all at the same time.
2 comments:
aww, liam! such a big boy in a big boy bed!
This is simon's bed:http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=2585839&sourceid=1500000000000003260370&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=2585839
he looooooves it, and has never once tried to sleep w. mom and dad, or whined about it.
(kinda pricey, only temporary, but worth the sleep:)
I agree though, i would get his new bed for him waaaay before g2 comes. Since everything will be a shock anyway, it'd be good if he got used to his new room already.
Good luck with the sodas. I drink lipton sparkling green teas (kiwi strawberry) since i am obsessed with carbonation too.
Oh how cute! He would absolutely love a Thomas bed! His crib converts to a full-size bed, though, which will last a little longer anyway.
We should also stay away from fueling the train obsession any further :)
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