In an effort to force myself to stay awake during some of her night time feedings, I've been sitting up in the computer chair while I nurse her, (even though I do realize the havoc this is wreaking on my melatonin levels) and there's not a whole heck of a lot going on (even on the internets) at two in the morning. Regardless of that, I've been finding myself remarkably entertained. Thursday morning at 4am, I booked rooms for our annual trip to the Oregon coast in March. We're staying here and I cannot wait for Audrey to see the ocean for the first time. Friday morning around 3am, I paid our cell phone bill online and actually took the time to review the full summary. Aunt Liz is on our family plan and the run down for minutes went a little something like this: Gillian: 216, John: 178 and Liz: 1669. If you think that's awesome, just wait for the text break down: Gillian: 4, John: 31 and Liz: 2595. I laughed hysterically as one only can at 3am. In the light of day it doesn't seem nearly as funny...unless you know Liz.
If you're wondering if this post will actually have a point, I'm getting to it in a very round-about fashion. This morning, I happened upon a blog post by a mother who just had a little girl with Down Syndrome. She declined testing to detect Down's during her pregnancy (as many mothers do) and was taken by surprise to discover her daughter had it when she gave birth. It is the most honest and emotional birth story I've ever read and maybe it's because I'm a Mama or because it was 2 in the morning and I was holding my own sweet little rump roast in my arms, but it made me cry...happy tears. And it made me realize even more how little material things in this life matter. It's a long post and I know it won't strike everyone as it did me, but I wanted to share it in the hopes that someone else would be touched by it. God does some amazing things.
On a lighter note, there are several random tid bits I wanted to make sure got documented, but they didn't really merit an entire blog post to themselves. I may take to calling these 'random wrap-ups' from now on. God knows there are enough random occurrences happening in my life right now.
- Bailey and I are getting into a routine when we cosleep; she doesn't like being swaddled, but she does love burrowing into my side. Occasionally, she will start grunting and pushing off with her legs; this means "Back off Mom, I need my own space" So, I move over and let her sprawl out in bed...half an hour later, she usually manages to wriggle back over to me and is burrowed in my side again. I love that snuggle bunny.
- Apart from seeming to have polar opposite issues with things like keeping the bun in the oven and producing milk, Julie and I are basically going through the same thing right now. Any time I find myself in a hilariously stressed out situation (try nursing an infant and holding a screaming child in your lap at the same time) I remember that I'm not alone. Make sure you keep her in your happy thoughts too.
- I have an amazing husband. Audrey has been sick for the better part of this week, the Gunniwolf is starting to get a stuffy nose and I inopportunely decided to get a migraine* that felt like it lasted two days. Without complaining, John made sure I was taken care of, given loads of water, excedrin, and time to rest while he got both girls ready for the day (including the clean up of one poo-splosion) and made sure they were both happy and entertained.
- We did go to the doctor on Thursday and it was hellaciously crazy. I didn't really have the time to mentally note much aside from the fact that Bailey isn't quite back up to birth weight yet (which is totally normal) and she's already grown half an inch. Audrey had a fever and cried hysterically while being weighed and measured. I don't remember any of her stats, I was too busy trying to convince the Dragon that she wasn't being tortured to death.
- I think I've milked all the stress-free time I can now that my headache is finally gone. I hope you actually made it through this post without having to stop for coffee and potty breaks.
2 comments:
No ma'am, you are not alone. Your nights sound very similar to mine. We should take up chatting during 2am feedings. Only I fully embrace cosleeping and nursing in bed, as it's the only way I ever got any sleep with Isaac, which became really important once I went back to work. So, I had no hesitation with cosleeping with Luke from day 1. However, with this stupid pumping addiction I have, I still have to get up and pump once or twice, which is when I do my internet/infomercial time. I'll be thinking about you and Baby B tonight as I'm learning about 90 day weight loss programs and commercial size juicers for only 2 payments of $49.99!
Gillian I read that birth story a couple weeks ago and I was definitely balling. I think you are right that it is so honest you can't helped but be touched by all of the emotions.
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