Mornings with Martha

This is something that I never thought I’d say, but I love mornings! I hinted at the reason in my last post and here it is: I don’t work full-time anymore.

I never thought at any point in my life that having a baby would make me reevaluate my life so much. But it did. Shortly after returning from maternity leave, I realized I couldn’t continue to work full time and be the person I wanted to be. So, after lots of soul searching and discussions with my husband, I talked to my boss, who is very supportive of flexible work schedules. After more discussions, I started working an 80% schedule. What that means, practically speaking, is that I work from 10-4 everyday.

I’ve been working that schedule for about 6 weeks now and AWESOME. I’m much less stressed, I have more time with the family, more time for me, and, maybe not so surprisingly, I’m getting more done at work.

But this is the best part. This is how I spend my morning. With a cup of tea and sleeping baby.


I’m so grateful to have such an amazing and understanding employer.


The best laid plans and all that

Before my daughter was born, I had decided how our sleeping would happen. She would sleep in a co-sleeper by my bed for a couple of months, take naps in her crib, and would be sleeping in her own room by the time I went back to work. Great and completly reasonable plan, right?


Sleeping was my first lesson in “nothing goes as planned in parenthood.”

For the first three weeks after she was born, Stella slept every single night on my chest. During the day she would sleep anywhere anytime, but in the dark she wouldn’t sleep anywhere except my chest. At 3 weeks old, I started getting nervous about that (mainly about crushing her unintentionally) so I started swaddling her and putting her in the co-sleeper.


By the time she was 6 or 7 weeks old, she was sleeping for about a 7-8 hour stretch every night! Then, when she was about 3 months old, she got a cold. She couldn’t breathe very well and slept best on an incline. So, back on my chest she went.

Fast forward a few weeks and for various reasons (mainly a growth spurt, vacation, and my fear that she’ll roll over while swaddled and smother herself), this is how she sleeps the majority of the time.


Ignore me in this picture. That’s my “I just woke up after a night of nursing every two hours” face. Also ignore that she’s sleeping on her side. At night she sleeps on her back like she’s supposed to. Right beside me.

So for now, I’m one of those people whose kid sleeps with them. And, you know what? I love love love it.