Lunch on the monitor & Fighting fire with fire

Monday - I went into false labor for 24 hours. A little nerve wracking since i'm only 29 / 40 weeks along. It would be a tragedy to my baby's lungs, brain and weight progression. I also got to thinking about all the things I haven't done to get ready, the things I wanted to disinfect, and the things I've been slacking on buying...etc.

Tuesday - I got to eat lunch at the hospital while on the fetal monitor checking the rhythm of my contractions. This is just an example of the read out.
The spikes on the right are the rhythm of the contractions. The spikes on the left follow the baby's heart rate.

My contraction spikes - were not this cute and round, they were small and sharp, coming on quickly and going away quickly.

Baby's heart rate - Stayed great till I ate my PB&J, the sugar made baby move all over the place and we more or less gave up trying to track her. The nurse said "At least we know she's in there!" .... if it's a she... whatever. I'll be getting another ultrasound tomorrow! *cross fingers* for finding out the gender.

My pulse - stayed very high 112 (it's suppose to hang out in the 80's while pregnant). Things have calmed down now and luckily I didn't need any medicine to slow down the labor, just some good rest and fluids.

WOW, fluids - I didn't realize how hard my body was working during that 24 hours. I'm so glad for Pedialyte.


Wednesday - It's like this labor thing never happened, Lily's got me running like crazy :) stinker. She's knocked over the trash can and laughed in my face at every time out today. She just gets up and runs away from punishment. Wednesdays are part of my angry pregnancy cycle during the week, so I got her down for a nap and couldn't stop pouting and grinding my teeth for the rest of the afternoon. {headache} o_O

I'll admit I was one (symbolically) to run from punishment too. My mom was a little bit lax and didn't always follow through with punishments she set. It made me feel the power of "controlling my environment" at an early age, something that I'm trying to gain humility from and never go back to. In a sense I'm at a loss for what to do with Lily this week. I feel like "NO! Just obey me! I already laid out the rules" I want the control, abit. (Yuck... I just admitted it.)

Obviously Time-outs are not a "currency" she cares to loose,

I'll have to get more creative again *sigh*. 

While she napped I packed away a giant box of toys, taking back control of my house, at least. It's cleaner now (just in time for more Christmas toys! hahaha). Now - If things get out of hand at least I can take away her toys without feeling exhausted at the task. They all fit in this nice little corner... almost.

How do I fight fire with fire with a darling girl that is so much like her mother? You would think it would be easy to think in her shoes and adjust accordingly... it's not... I'm surprised.... and that's what frustrates me the most.
 
Wednesday Night - If she's "responsible" enough to climb out of bed we're allowing her to be responsible enough to take herself potty at night. Tonight we lowered the crib slat, gave her a step stool, set up a lamp in the bathroom that is easy to turn on. She was thrilled to get out of bed and flip the lamp on and off for a few hours. It's only 10:30 and she just gave up and fell asleep. I think everything will be alright. I've noticed a few problems with my own consistency in discipline, talking it out with Ricky I feel like we have a better plan for the future. The house is quiet now, the victory is won for another 12 hours. I feel peaceful, happy, fulfilled. I've learned a lot this week and I have Ricky by my side. He's been really awesome and supportive. He reminds me to rest my body. I've only had contractions for 30 mins today. Our family is well taken care of. I'm glad we all get to stay together and help each other.