Getting back into the groove.
I have slacked on my exercise. I am working on getting better at not doing that (slacking I mean). I worked on a weekly schedule that will incorporate classes & use of weights at my gym with my running. I have determined not to beat myself up if I can not keep this schedule. Things happen. Like the kids not waking up until nearly 10am today. I depend on them to wake me up by 8am hehe. This meant that I missed the morning yoga class. I had hoped to make it up with this evenings yoga class, but the youngest is still napping and that class starts in 25 minutes.
To help me make it more real, I am going to write out my schedule here:
Sunday: Swimming (this is the one day the gym does not have child care, so I have designated Sunday as family swim day.)
Monday: 8:20 am Running, 9:20 Body Pump (I did this class for the 1st time this past Monday… I still can’t bend my legs very well.)
Tuesday: 5:05 pm Body Attack (I missed this class yesterday because I could not bend my legs)
Wednesday: 9:30 am weight machines, 10:30 am yoga
Thursday: 8:30 am Run, 9:20 am Body Vive
Friday: 3:30 pm Weight Machines, 4:30 Body Step
Sat: 9:00 am Run
As of my last check-in with my complementary personal trainer thing for joining the gym, I lost 4 lbs and a little more than 1 inch in the month since I started my gym membership. I felt pretty encouraged by this since I felt I had not been working out as much as I could have been. I missed a full week due to being sick and Sam has been so crabby lately that I can’t get in a full workout without the child care people coming to get me. I will be über happy when those FOUR top teeth finish coming in. Poor baby.
Sam’s doc requested metabolic and genetic testing to figure out what is going on with him. The metabolic results showed he has a B12 deficiency, which could actually explain some of his weakness. Everything else in that test came out normal, which means that muscular dystrophy has been ruled out. It could take about 2 more months for the genetic tests to come back. He is now scheduled for an MRI in July. I am not looking forward to that one.
He has been in occupational therapy for 2 weeks now and seems to be improving with that. She (the therapist) also shows us all kinds of playtime exercises to do at home. So, I pretty much play with him during my free time, do his stretches during diaper changing and nursing, and my husband works with him before and after work.
Now, to rant on things people ask me:
Q: “Do you hold him too much?”
A: No. If any baby in the history of mankind has been held too much, I would like to see it. I held and snuggled my older son waaay more than I do Sammi and he physically developed at a faster rate than normal. This is not to say that I do not hold Sam, I am just so busy with another kid and with forcing Sam to exercise that I just can not hold him as much as I would like to. I cherish our nursing times since that is when I can hold him and not make him work his arms and legs (the stretches are quick and he can just rest while I do them). I hate this question with a passion and I get it constantly.
Q: “Don’t you force him to hold up his head?”
A: This is a dumb question. It doesn’t piss me off as much as the above question, yet, but it is getting there. To answer seriously: yes, yes I do force him to hold up his head. I do that because he does not have the muscle tone needed to get his head up on his own.
Q: “Do you let him lay down too much?”
A: WTF. Do you want me to hold him or not hold him??? He has a lot of tummy time, so I guess he is laying down a lot… exercising. I stopped using devices that allowed him to lay down and do nothing when he was 4 months old: baby bouncer and swing (that was all I had for him in that category). I sold them and bought a Bright Starts Bounce Bounce Baby. My hope was that he would look up at the toys and reach for them more. Sometimes he does, but mostly he stands in it with his head resting on the ledge. It’s pretty pitiful.
I guess I get annoyed with the questions people come up with because I feel as if he/she is attacking my mothering skillz. I know I am a good momma and I know I shouldn’t let these things bother me, but they do. There is a level of insecurity where I have to wonder if his lack of muscle tone is due to something I did or did not do. Logically, I know this is not the case, but there is still that worry in the back of my mind.