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gfrancieMonday I had kind of an entertaining day.
It began with Alex wanting to get up and chat at 4am. I had checked his diaper and attempted to nurse him and he just wasn't interested. He just wanted to talk about his day or something. I told some people recently that a baby is sort of like knowing someone on meth who calls you up at some ungodly hour to talk. "ohmygosh you are up? me too. So I just cleaned the entire bathroom with a toothpick, I have been listening to this one cd overandoverandover it is awesome do you want to hear? I think I should dye my hair what do you think? Hey can I borrow twenty bucks I promise to give it back later this week."
But you can't exactly hang up on the baby.
I gave in and got up.
I suppose I ought to explain to a few that I am not a fan of the crying it out method. The fact is the sound of a baby crying makes me edgy. Not to mention it isn't good for the baby. So I am not going to just let the kid weep it out because I am craving more sleep. Besides how the heck are you supposed to sleep if someone is making all that racket.
Later on he wasn't so into the napping thing. Oh wait he was if I held him. But only for fifteen minutes. Fine.
Later on I had to use the bathroom so I put him on the bed because he would be within sight of me (about five feet away so I am not being Joan Crawford or something) and he could see me and not have his little freak-out. "Ohmygawd my Mother has abandoned me." So I flushed the toilet and all of a sudden the toilet over-flowed. Then? Because things weren't funny enough Alex spits up all over the bed. He completely misses himself and his bib.
And the phone rings.
Obviously I ignore the phone.
Alex is fussing, there is a flood in the bathroom and it isn't even 11am.
I clean up the flood, clean up Alex, throw bed linens into the wash and then hose myself down.
Soooooo tired.
Later on I attempted to talk Alex into an afternoon nap. I thought hey maybe he might be keen since he hadn't really napped at all today. (I was also secretly hoping for some sleeping time as well)
I gave up and put him in the stroller and went out. I needed the air and sun and I am sure he could and I hoped he might nap.
He did. Though the second we came back he was up.
I think what made the day a little more frustrating was the fact that he kept fussing when I tried to nurse him. I then noticed "hey I might have a bit of thrush happening there." (essentially a yeast infection)
Also my supply had kinda tanked a bit (this always happens when I sort of stress myself out -visiting inlaws and what not) so I had to attend to both of those. Monday night getting him to bed was no picnic. Obviously he was so worn out he couldn't quite figure out how to get to sleep. He didn't want to nurse, he didn't want anything. It was a regular laugh riot.
And I wasn't terribly cheery myself either.
Finally around 1 am or so we both passed out.
Strangely enough, a lot of it had me laughing.
Though at the very end I was a little frantic.
So I just sat in the rocking chair with him and listened to Radio 4 and tried to relax.
Yesterday was better. He even napped.
Now if I could only talk him into not spitting up all over me five minutes after I put on clean clothes. I know he wants to leave his mark but this is bordering on silly.
Today my Mother and a couple of my siblings are visiting. There will be cake and snark.
Now if I could only talk my face into stop breaking out like I am thirteen years old....
It began with Alex wanting to get up and chat at 4am. I had checked his diaper and attempted to nurse him and he just wasn't interested. He just wanted to talk about his day or something. I told some people recently that a baby is sort of like knowing someone on meth who calls you up at some ungodly hour to talk. "ohmygosh you are up? me too. So I just cleaned the entire bathroom with a toothpick, I have been listening to this one cd overandoverandover it is awesome do you want to hear? I think I should dye my hair what do you think? Hey can I borrow twenty bucks I promise to give it back later this week."
But you can't exactly hang up on the baby.
I gave in and got up.
I suppose I ought to explain to a few that I am not a fan of the crying it out method. The fact is the sound of a baby crying makes me edgy. Not to mention it isn't good for the baby. So I am not going to just let the kid weep it out because I am craving more sleep. Besides how the heck are you supposed to sleep if someone is making all that racket.
Later on he wasn't so into the napping thing. Oh wait he was if I held him. But only for fifteen minutes. Fine.
Later on I had to use the bathroom so I put him on the bed because he would be within sight of me (about five feet away so I am not being Joan Crawford or something) and he could see me and not have his little freak-out. "Ohmygawd my Mother has abandoned me." So I flushed the toilet and all of a sudden the toilet over-flowed. Then? Because things weren't funny enough Alex spits up all over the bed. He completely misses himself and his bib.
And the phone rings.
Obviously I ignore the phone.
Alex is fussing, there is a flood in the bathroom and it isn't even 11am.
I clean up the flood, clean up Alex, throw bed linens into the wash and then hose myself down.
Soooooo tired.
Later on I attempted to talk Alex into an afternoon nap. I thought hey maybe he might be keen since he hadn't really napped at all today. (I was also secretly hoping for some sleeping time as well)
I gave up and put him in the stroller and went out. I needed the air and sun and I am sure he could and I hoped he might nap.
He did. Though the second we came back he was up.
I think what made the day a little more frustrating was the fact that he kept fussing when I tried to nurse him. I then noticed "hey I might have a bit of thrush happening there." (essentially a yeast infection)
Also my supply had kinda tanked a bit (this always happens when I sort of stress myself out -visiting inlaws and what not) so I had to attend to both of those. Monday night getting him to bed was no picnic. Obviously he was so worn out he couldn't quite figure out how to get to sleep. He didn't want to nurse, he didn't want anything. It was a regular laugh riot.
And I wasn't terribly cheery myself either.
Finally around 1 am or so we both passed out.
Strangely enough, a lot of it had me laughing.
Though at the very end I was a little frantic.
So I just sat in the rocking chair with him and listened to Radio 4 and tried to relax.
Yesterday was better. He even napped.
Now if I could only talk him into not spitting up all over me five minutes after I put on clean clothes. I know he wants to leave his mark but this is bordering on silly.
Today my Mother and a couple of my siblings are visiting. There will be cake and snark.
Now if I could only talk my face into stop breaking out like I am thirteen years old....
