Yesterday was another haul-ass-to-the-gym-and-try-to-get-in-a-workout day. I ran with the stroller, swam a quick 1000 yards and ran home. I’ve become a slave to the baby’s schedule, but Kenzie is sleeping so much better. And it might just be my imagination, but she actually seems happier and more content during the day. Mellow. Also she just taught herself Portuguese, so there’s that.
I mentioned a few posts ago that an internet buddy recommended The Dream Sleeper to me. I was so enthusiastic about the transformations it promised that I devoured it in just a couple of days. I wasn’t disappointed: the very first night she slept 11 hours without waking up once, and every night since she’s slept 12 hours, and napped for an hour to 90 minutes twice a day. There were some tears at bedtime for the first few days, but now she just kind of whines and grunts for a few minutes and then she’s out.
Naturally, I then decided I wanted to read ALL THE THINGS about babies and sleeping, so I bought Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child (not an affiliate link, by the way). I’m just a few chapters in, and there are some recurring themes about scheduling and bedtime routines and such, but it covers much more about the benefits of healthy sleep and how essential it is to a baby’s physical and mental development. According to this book, side effects of sleep deprivation like ADHD and learning disabilities may not be apparent right away, but can crop up later on in a child’s life.
So yeah, if I have to put the rest of my life on hold for a while to make sure she’s sleeping well, I am more than willing to do that. But now that she goes to bed at a decent time, I have more time in the evenings, so I’m not trying to cram in 20 tasks every time she goes down for a nap.
Anyway if you didn’t come here for baby talk, sorry for that long-winded fuckery. I’m just still kind of astonished and I can’t shut up about it. But yeah…being the sleep nazi means I don’t have the two hour window that I used to have when she only slept 30 minutes at a time. So on the days when I don’t have time for a long workout, I’m going to try to double up (aaaand we have a title), doing a 3 mile run or a swim in the morning, and another short run in the evening. I’ll be the first to admit two short runs DON’T equal a long run, but if you don’t have two hours to go running, doubling up is the next best thing (or if you’re R Kelly, it’s the first best thing). And I’m still going to do a complete long run on weekends. Everybody wins! Except you, because you had to read this. Chump.
So. This morning I made peace with the idea that I probably would only have time to do three miles and lo, she woke up early from her first nap. So I dropped her off at the Y’s child watch (which she adores now, thankfully), and did a 10k on the treadmill in exactly 59 minutes.
Obligatory sidenote: I feel like a dick writing about how I have been brutally forced to double up on workouts, because I know there are others who find it difficult to fit in even ONE run, so I’ll just disclaim that yes, I recognize my privilege, I’m grateful, and I just want to reassure you that it’s not all birthday cake and gin around here. I do some actual job work in the evenings from 8 p.m. until 11 or midnight. And then I get up at 4 a.m. and cut logs at a sawmill, so fuck off.