EVIE’S EASTER
🌷Easter 2024 was spent celebrating my brother’s birthday and sharing our pregnancy news with my family. Easter 2025 was spent recovering from a D&C/hysteroscopy surgery, but more importantly, celebrating Easter for the first time as a family of four (Phil, me, Darla, and Evie.)
Recovering from an invasive and emotionally fraught surgery, it was hard for me to feel very celebratory. My mind was in the gutter. All the “what-if” questions, and frankly, physically feeling my body revert back to its pre-pregnancy state. Looking back, there were so many signs that I was pregnant, but because pregnancy was an impossibility for me, I didn’t notice them. My breasts hurt, but I assumed it was because I had switched sports bras. I was insanely tired, but I assumed it was because I had just gone back to work full time, Evie wasn’t sleeping great (which meant, Phil and I weren’t sleeping great.) I couldn’t run as strong as I normally was able, but I assumed I was (I am) just getting older. I was getting up 6 times a night to pee, but I just assumed I drank too much water. I even called my father-in-law to discuss this, and he confirmed, yes, I was drinking too much water.
Regardless, I’m less tired, back to my pre-pregnancy running strength, peeing [slightly] less at night, and my boobs don’t hurt anymore. So, if nothing else, I guess all this was something to celebrate this Easter. Evie looked adorbs in her Easter outfits, she loved spending the entire morning with her grandparents, and it will never be lost on Phil and I how lucky we are to have our daughter with us on a holiday.
Despite the Easter, Phil and I have had this dark cloud over our head that we have known we need to tackle. Sleep training. We have read the books, we’ve tried to keep a schedule. Some nights are decent. Others, not so much. So, we bit the bullet, hired a sleep coach, and officially began our training on Thursday evening. It wasn’t as hard as we thought, although the crying was intense – you try taking away a 5-month old’s best friend, the pacifier, along with her Merlin sleep suit, and see how it goes. Regardless, having a trained and certified professional help us navigate ever detail of that first night (literally, she was available until midnight,) gave us the confidence that not only could we do it, but what we were doing was going to work, and more importantly, not only was it not going to harm our baby, it would be good for her.
For the remainder of the week, and into next, Phil and I are all in on this training. We’re going to pour ourselves a glass of wine, remind ourselves how lucky we are that we have a healthy baby that we get to sleep train, and look forward to brighter (or perhaps darker) nights ahead. Eight hours of uninterrupted sleep sounds like heaven.🌷
