I probably should have waited 24 hours before posting my last entry.
Today was crash and burn.
I hate to say it, but I hate getting off of our schedule. We had a friend from out of town come over last night for dinner, and it was a great time. Except I forgot to record Scotty's feedings and when and for how long he slept. And then before I knew it, it was 10pm (I'm supposed to be in bed by 8pm, since Brian has the night shift and I pick things up again at 2am).
I finally fell asleep at 11pm only to be awoken by Brian and a screaming baby at 11:30pm. Got the little guy down by 12:15am, and he was up again at 2am. Fed until 2:35, pumped, washed bottles, and I was back in bed by 3:15. Scotty was up at 4am. And he then was up at 5:30. And 6:35. And then 7:30. And then 9:15am. You see where this is going.
I swear, I swaddled, I shushed, I put him in the side position.I promised him a puppy (another one) if he would please just go to sleep and allow Mommy to go to sleep, too. He finally passed out at 10am, on my chest, and I just laid there, afraid to move him. We both groggily got up at 12pm, fed (well, he fed, I fed him. I just ate my first meal of the day right now, and it is 6:50pm. And yes, it was a Whooper Jr.), and then he was alert until 2pm. I tried to get some stuff done (like washing bottles - only the necessary stuff, trust me, I've learned) and was back in bed by 3pm. He was up at 3:30pm. Brian called and my frantic tearfulness gave him the impetus to come home early, and finally, by 5:15pm, I was off of baby duty for the day. Complete insanity.
Is this normal? He wasn't fussy today (normal crying), but OMG, how am I supposed to get anything done? How am I supposed to even do happy baby stuff, like take a walk, when I am so completely sleep deprived and exhausted? Why would I want to walk and expend energy right now? I want someone to push me in a stroller so I can nap.
The hardest part, I think, is trying pump while he's awake. I put him in his bouncy chair, hook my toe in there and try to keep him bouncing while I sit there doing my best moo-cow impression. He usually lasts about 15 minutes before he starts screaming, and then I attempt to jostle him, the binkie, the pump, and my moo-cow boobs. It's messy, to say the least.
After Brian came home (and I hightailed it out of the house to salvage the last bit of sanity I have left), I came home to find a blissfully happy SLEEPING baby and a rather proud Brian. I give up. I don't know what he did, but I need to find out.
Motherhood: 1, Kim: 0.
Today was crash and burn.
I hate to say it, but I hate getting off of our schedule. We had a friend from out of town come over last night for dinner, and it was a great time. Except I forgot to record Scotty's feedings and when and for how long he slept. And then before I knew it, it was 10pm (I'm supposed to be in bed by 8pm, since Brian has the night shift and I pick things up again at 2am).
I finally fell asleep at 11pm only to be awoken by Brian and a screaming baby at 11:30pm. Got the little guy down by 12:15am, and he was up again at 2am. Fed until 2:35, pumped, washed bottles, and I was back in bed by 3:15. Scotty was up at 4am. And he then was up at 5:30. And 6:35. And then 7:30. And then 9:15am. You see where this is going.
I swear, I swaddled, I shushed, I put him in the side position.I promised him a puppy (another one) if he would please just go to sleep and allow Mommy to go to sleep, too. He finally passed out at 10am, on my chest, and I just laid there, afraid to move him. We both groggily got up at 12pm, fed (well, he fed, I fed him. I just ate my first meal of the day right now, and it is 6:50pm. And yes, it was a Whooper Jr.), and then he was alert until 2pm. I tried to get some stuff done (like washing bottles - only the necessary stuff, trust me, I've learned) and was back in bed by 3pm. He was up at 3:30pm. Brian called and my frantic tearfulness gave him the impetus to come home early, and finally, by 5:15pm, I was off of baby duty for the day. Complete insanity.
Is this normal? He wasn't fussy today (normal crying), but OMG, how am I supposed to get anything done? How am I supposed to even do happy baby stuff, like take a walk, when I am so completely sleep deprived and exhausted? Why would I want to walk and expend energy right now? I want someone to push me in a stroller so I can nap.
The hardest part, I think, is trying pump while he's awake. I put him in his bouncy chair, hook my toe in there and try to keep him bouncing while I sit there doing my best moo-cow impression. He usually lasts about 15 minutes before he starts screaming, and then I attempt to jostle him, the binkie, the pump, and my moo-cow boobs. It's messy, to say the least.
After Brian came home (and I hightailed it out of the house to salvage the last bit of sanity I have left), I came home to find a blissfully happy SLEEPING baby and a rather proud Brian. I give up. I don't know what he did, but I need to find out.
Motherhood: 1, Kim: 0.
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