[Edited to add: Go congratulate Jen at Never Melts--she had her little baby boy!]
I took my coffee this morning like medicine. I hovered near the pot as it brewed--waiting, waiting. I drank it too hot and too fast.
We're having Sleep Issues again. You know what that's like. "IT WILL NEVER END! IT WILL ALWAYS BE THIS WAY!!" Right now it's Elizabeth and Henry, both. Elizabeth wakes, cries out for 5 seconds, then goes back to sleep--ten times per night. Then sometimes it's more crying, and we have to make the call: go in? or hope she goes back to sleep? She won't go back to sleep if we go in, unless we bring her to our bed, and then she'll toss and turn and I won't be able to sleep. Last night she was shrieking so frantically, we brought her in with us. That was around midnight, and I knew the night was going to be downhill from there. I woke up this morning with her face about an inch from mine, her little eyes peering perkily into mine. I could hardly see her past the undereye baggage.
Henry is waking twice a night or more, not the same times so I'm not adjusting to it the way I could when he consistently woke at, say, 1:30 and at 4:00. He's SCREAMING and raging, starving. He nurses restlessly, thrashing. Is he teething? gassy? I change his diaper and he yells so loud he wakes Elizabeth on another floor of the house. He goes back to sleep. I go back to sleep. And Elizabeth cries out.
And of course the coffee I'm drinking to make ME feel better could be making HENRY worse. And of course bringing Elizabeth into our room when she cries could be making HER worse. Isn't it nice to be plagued with self-doubt EVERY SINGLE MINUTE?? Become a mother and enjoy the adventure!
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