One of the worst days ever. I've recently been on my own a lot with B because the boy has been working a lot. Working a lot is great for me, because it just means more time I don't have to get a job, but working a lot sucks for me because taking care of a super active one year old is hard!
B isn't a crier at all. Today? Three hours straight of crying. Complete with a gloriously snotty nose, big fat tears, drooling, clinging... the works. The only thing that consoled her was letting her play with my cell phone. Then when that didn't work anymore I took her in for a diaper change. That also tends to get her refocused when she's having a moment, but this time? She fell asleep... STILL CRYING!
The poor thing. She was just overtired because she didn't nap well today at all. She completely refused dinner, but sucked down a bottle of milk... while still crying!.. in no time flat, then went right to sleep. She was out before 6pm. it's almost 11pm now, and I still haven't heard a peep from her.
I'm sure I just doomed myself to a long night and early morning.
After more than 5 years TTC, I finally became pregnant at the age of 37. This is my journey through infertility, pregnancy, and motherhood.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Today
I don't know why this year is the hardest for me yet. Maybe it's my recent elevated anxiety (which has been in much better control lately), maybe it's because while it's the second year with a child, last year she was still a wee newborn and too much of a handful to dwell on the day. This year I have an easygoing toddler, and my mind has the freedom and time to wander more. Maybe it's the elevated tensions of the "Mosque at Ground Zero" issue, or the jackhole Koran-burning "Christian." Maybe it's because my husband is a block from where he was that day, and that wasn't a good place.
I hope my child never has to wittness a day like the one we remember today.
I hope my child never has to wittness a day like the one we remember today.
Monday, September 6, 2010
AARRRRGGHHHHH!
Girlfriend has learned to scream. Hold me. It's not cute little baby crying at the top of her lungs screaming. It's all out, "OMG I'M BEING MURDERED UP IN HERE!" style screaming. People in the general vicinity who don't realize there's a baby here must surely think there's some sort of torture going on in the neighborhood. The neighbors upstairs just moved out 2 weeks ago; I hope the new ones are prepared. They're in luck anyway - we're about to move, too. Howdy new neighbors! Enjoy the ear piercing screams! I'm already mortified.
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