I don't know what made me decide to keep track of my day, but I did. Most of it anyway. It was a pretty typical Tuesday for us. There's no way I could keep up with recording my day like this everyday.. there was a lot that didn't get done because I was typing. With one hand mostly. And it was frustrating to really see how much time flies by, and how quickly a day is gone..
1:35am: Noah is sleeping. Lily will be sleeping soon. I hope. She has her pjs on. She had her snack. She's laying down, in a dimly lit room, with her pillow and blanket. Her iPad has been retired for the night. It's only a matter of time now.
I am laying down, ready for sleep as well. But. Noah started a bottle around midnight. And took his usual (lately) almost hour to drink what he wanted of it. So as its nearly 2am.. he could certainly be awake any minute, screaming for food. Better catch my 20 minutes of sleep while I can.
3:21am: Just as predicted.. Noah woke up just after 3am, screaming for a bottle. I stumbled to the kitchen to put together a bottle as fast as I could. The bottle at this time is always the worst. I think. Waking up the first time is the most jarring for me. My body wants to sleep so badly- and when I only gets 2 hour of rest..
The more 1-2 hours naps that accumulate overnight, the easier getting up gets. But actually, using the word "easy" is misleading. It's never easy, I'm just slightly less zombie-like as the night wears on.
3:33am: Noah has had two tries with this bottle so far. (And then falls asleep.) Barely drinking 2oz total. I will give it one more try before I put him back to bed. I am having such a hard time making my eyes stay open. I keep falling asleep. Sitting up. Mommy zombie. One more try with the bottle.. Then I'm sleeping too.
3:46am: two ounces? I quit. Goodnight.
7:03am: Noah woke up around 6:30am. And I stumbled to the kitchen. And made him a bottle. Which he ate about 3oz of before spitting up some of it on both of us- thank goodness for burp cloths.
He then spent the next 20 minutes being fussy, not sleeping, not wanting the rest of his bottle, and not being interested in a binky.. Before deciding that he did want the rest of his bottle- and then started to fall back asleep. Finally. Until I decided I didn't want him to choke on more spit up.. and burped him.. and woke him up all over again. Of course. But seeing how its almost 7:30 now and he's been up, eating and not eating, for almost an hour- he should be about ready to give in to sleep. And so we can start this all over again in two hours.
9:44am: Do I know my son or what? By 9am he was awake. I thought I could convince him to go back to sleep, but he wasn't having any of it. Until I started feeding him.. then he couldn't stay awake. Of course.
11:15am: I thought after our 9 o'clock hour events that we would all be up for the day. Not really. Noah ate. A little. And then fell back asleep. Again. And again. And again. Then Lily didn't want to wake up either. Screw this, I said, and I went back to sleep too. Now it's after 11 and Noah is fussing.. and falling asleep. Fussing for a few seconds.. and then falling asleep again. So I'm up. I gathered up
breakfast for the three of us (I can't really say I "made" breakfast.. just gathered it all together in one spot). Well, actually..
I got Lily her juice, muffins, and fruit mush pouch. Then I made Noah's bottle and started to walk out of the kitchen. Oops. I forgot mommy generally requires nourishment as well.. so I got some yogurt out of the fridge. And they're STILL sleeping. But not for long..
11:21am: I just remembered a dream I had. That my brother-in-law spoke to me. Like, more than spoke to me.. we had an actual small conversation. He came into the living room, sat down on the floor, and asked me a question about his cellphone. I knew the answer.. and he seemed genuinely happy that I solved his problem. And yes.. I'm pretty damn sure I was dreaming on this one.
Are you starting to see some patterns here?
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