My first child was living in the midst of defiance and the gloomy limits set by the pediatrician: feeding strictly three-fold, before eating a diaper, mumbling - and letting go of it.
The lives of six people shape the agendaThe first fruit came, six weeks later, the grated apple, and so on, surprising the urn that regulated our lives. I've never been so neglected, sleepless and irritated! The second child brought up is a real, beloved child. He had much more definite visions of the world, and of himself, than me. His life was instantly overwhelmed with everything that had gone so far - simple things like eating or sleeping.
No complaints, I just mentioned: the kid hadn't been sleeping for more than a year for over a year, and when he was awake he was yelling. No crying, no whining, "he yelled. Milk sugar sensitivity and asthma were added to this. In that state, I would have had the pleasure of killing anyone who wanted to tell me what to do. We've gotten a great deal of flexibility with the transition. That's when our home-based saying, which has been proven thousands of times, came into being: we're not animals to do something when we want to. No. Whenever possible! Nobody understood why we had her third child, but it made us feel like we shouldn't be surprised. But anyone who has tried to diaper three at a time - a run away, a roll, a yell - knows what I'm talking about. It never occurred to them that they would go to bed with a happy smile early in the night, and that they would be in a state of contempt. The evening shift was fresh - it started at dawn and three. The lives of the elves seemed to be over. Of course, the relatives knew what the solution was to do with a child. I would have fallen for the councils if I hadn't spelled it out. So I said, SHOULD I? Not yet. Vagyokn I am there, kn kнnlуdom, nobody tells me how to.
The conditions in Sparta have brought me to an unprecedented rationality. I learned how to rank problems in tenths of a second. The primary goal is to stay alive: Man publicly rescues the kid from the yoke and asks afterwards whether he should pee. And so on.
The Great Change was made by the school. In kindergarten, the agenda was still flexible. I can't convince an entire school to start teaching sooner. We adapted. There were friends, other activities, friendships. We went to work too. That's when the fourth child was born - who took note of the situation. Occasionally, we talk about it: I know it's cool, but you can sleep in the car. But it should NOT happen for my son to wait for me in the rain.
I found myself sitting in front of a bunch of sheets of paper and diligently telling me when, for how long, where and what to do. You could also call it an agenda. We learned to live together, to rank each other and to take into account. Yes, it's five months old. If you are hungry, you can eat - but if you have problems with the other, that is the least important. It is not the agenda that governs our lives - the lives of six people have shaped the agenda. That's what my kids learned. But what in twenty years' time I will do with that big blank paper on the wall, I don't know yet.
Everyone adjusts to the othersOnce, one of my sleepless ring-eyed friends complained about me, and there was no sign or date for the child. I just listened. I thought everyone was doing it the way he wanted it to be, it might not work for us. In any case, we chose another way, and it was difficult for me to put together a friendly program with my friends.
What made him so tired was when I went through one of our visits almost into the night. They arrived at eight o'clock instead of Juliet, and my children were still in the element at that time, but after ten, I was so tired that I was tired of cooking. Her baby would only have gotten into the game. I never hired anyone who visited us, but then I wanted to go to hell with a friend and a child all over the team.
One of my mother's was tricky when I left home to I plan my days because I always have time for everything. Then I was just as impressed, as so many others, and my husband and I were living the harsh, unpredictable life of my college. That's where Esther came ten years ago. Because of this, we could not be our own masters anymore. Night owls, for example, were very much awake at dawn. I quickly realized somehow we have to set up a system, we will not be tempting outside.
After the first one to two weeks of confusion, the daily rhythm of feeding, walking and sleeping was formed. I never insisted on keeping an accurate minute on the agenda. When the weather was nice, we often went out for cooking instead of cooking, and at most the lunch and the sleep of the south were exchanged. There are two things I insist on: sleeping in Duluth and getting to bed at night;
The system that is introduced to the biggest kid is a bit shorter, though it's a bit more complicated nowadays. Andris's program also evolves around eating, sleeping, and tripping, but he has to adjust to the big agenda.
For example, whether I'm sleeping or hurrying to sleep in Dependent, it depends on when Esther graduates from school. I try not to stumble a little during Delhi's rest, but that doesn't always work. Sometimes the baby in the stroller falls asleep and his eyes pop out when we enter the gate. At this point, I try to get back to sleep, and in the evening, it gets so messy that it's just really hard to fall asleep. It is not possible to exclude him from the agenda innocently, but I cannot even imagine Esther having to call Duelutnonk in the sun.
That's right in the morning, I plan a point-to-point program that requires everyone to adapt. Even so, I still have vacancies, and the evenings I still need. They were also meeless, grumpy, circular-eyed parents.
Nowadays, it is going almost unnoticedMaybe it doesn't sound good to me, but I'm not very orderly, either about our home or my agenda. When I was expecting my first child, Beck - now two and a half years old - I wondered how I would accustom her to regularity so much that she missed me so much.
I was sure I would breastfeed on demand, not on the "old order" of breast cancer. To that end, the first evening turned brown and he was taken to a treatment for blue light, where I could breastfeed my three men. Needless to say, my son was not hungry when he should have eaten, but before and after he cried long and bitterly.
One of the neighbors realized that the inner lord of Bkos was somehow working, and he was kind enough to let him in between the official times and to scream the Kurdish order. Surprisingly, this did not result in the following breastfeeding eating less, but on the contrary, it was as if he wanted to let go of his needs.
But a few weeks after we came home, I was the one who started to do something more systematic. It could also be revealed that my friend's little girl, just three weeks older in BC, was starting to look for herself three and three times a month for three months. You've never had one like that before!
I was looking forward to it because I wanted to set the agenda so that it matched the gentle rhythm as much as possible. At the same time, I also wrote when she was breastfeeding, so that some system might be out. But not! If I remember correctly, this is the reason for the relatively fixed time for evening bath and bedtime.
Day-to-day sleeps were more to me than to my ideas. For example, I never had my soul awakened if you slept too long because I thought there was a reason why your organization wanted it so much. In exchange, Bkos also had a flexible approach to occasional program changes. When you got out of sleep, you fell asleep in the stroller or in the vanity without disturbing your evening or daytime sleep.
The order of feeding and eating also slowly and spontaneously evolved. In the beginning (seven to eight months I started nutrition, and only got breast milk), of course, I adjusted to breastfeeding, and then I tried to adjust the time of meals to sleep, but it was almost self-adjusting.
Sleep is probably the most critical item on the agenda. I try to stay relatively consistent in this, but the changing lengths of seasons, days, and nights, and back and forth of the hour, somehow make the dates change permanently. It is worth paying attention to the Closer instead of you, because I put it off much earlier, only the evening ceremony stretches longer, and it will not fall asleep very soon.
You might be surprised, though nowadays, something - not too tight, not too rigid, almost imperceptible - is on the agenda. This is most evident when our mother and I are there for a few days and every other day or another. At this point I am a little afraid that we will not be able to reflect on our well-established routine at home, although this is very important to me, especially now that a small brother and a growing tummy are coming in and investing a bit more slowly. I'm just wondering how it will be with two kids!
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