So those crazy ideas of possibly having another baby? (and btw, I don't mean anytime soon...I mean, just at all. The first pregnancy was so traumatic that I originally swore off all future babies and vowed to adopt). Gone. Dunzo. It only took the Universe 24 hours to remind me how hard this whole process can be.
So after our disasterous lunch date, Scotty rocked the afternoon by sleeping for two straight hours. He was in bed on time and sawing logs during my Bachelor post. I finally crawled into bed at 11:30pm only to be roused within a measly 45 minutes. My super-sleeper baby has once again return to the Land of Ye of The Night Wakings. Bottle in hand, I dutifully attended to the little monkey and started rocking...and rocking...and rocking.
I finally threw in the towel at 2am. And promptly woke Brian up, tearfully moaning, "I can't do it anymoooooore!"
Brian got him down by 3am. Based on what I heard on the monitor, it sounded akin to wrestling a small wild cougar.
The culprit: teeth. At least, that's what we think. (we blame everything on teeth these days. Scotty's mood? Teeth. Our dirty house? Teeth. The delay in getting us keys to the new house? Teeth again.)
And I woke up this morning to a massive case of mastisis. I can barely raise my right arm above my shoulder. (this is also making typing v.v. difficult). It feels like someone has taken a baseball bat to my right side. I called George's office this morning and spoke with a nurse, who curtly told me that I need to try warm compresses, pump more, and then maybe, just maybe, they'll see me tomorrow. Great. Because I really want to drag my 22+ infant into a doctor's office using only one arm. Can't they just call in an Rx for me? (insert whine here)
Scotty is still super grumpy today, we missed a playdate at 11am, I'm exhausted and in pain.
And I wanted to do this again...ever?
[This post was sponsored in part by Bayer HealthCare Pharmaceuticals, makers of Mirena. "Keep life a little simpler" Heck yeah. :-)]
So after our disasterous lunch date, Scotty rocked the afternoon by sleeping for two straight hours. He was in bed on time and sawing logs during my Bachelor post. I finally crawled into bed at 11:30pm only to be roused within a measly 45 minutes. My super-sleeper baby has once again return to the Land of Ye of The Night Wakings. Bottle in hand, I dutifully attended to the little monkey and started rocking...and rocking...and rocking.
I finally threw in the towel at 2am. And promptly woke Brian up, tearfully moaning, "I can't do it anymoooooore!"
Brian got him down by 3am. Based on what I heard on the monitor, it sounded akin to wrestling a small wild cougar.
The culprit: teeth. At least, that's what we think. (we blame everything on teeth these days. Scotty's mood? Teeth. Our dirty house? Teeth. The delay in getting us keys to the new house? Teeth again.)
And I woke up this morning to a massive case of mastisis. I can barely raise my right arm above my shoulder. (this is also making typing v.v. difficult). It feels like someone has taken a baseball bat to my right side. I called George's office this morning and spoke with a nurse, who curtly told me that I need to try warm compresses, pump more, and then maybe, just maybe, they'll see me tomorrow. Great. Because I really want to drag my 22+ infant into a doctor's office using only one arm. Can't they just call in an Rx for me? (insert whine here)
Scotty is still super grumpy today, we missed a playdate at 11am, I'm exhausted and in pain.
And I wanted to do this again...ever?
[This post was sponsored in part by Bayer HealthCare Pharmaceuticals, makers of Mirena. "Keep life a little simpler" Heck yeah. :-)]
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