Or I guess we could call this night scenes.
10:20pm fall asleep in the living room while husband holds the cranky baby.
11:00pm get up and go to bed
1:30am change baby's diaper, wipe her nose (why is there dried blood on her nose?!), nurse.
2:15am baby coughs and then regurgitates a gallon of breastmilk.
2:16am strip naked in the livingroom and pile up the wet things including blanket, boppy, baby clothes, etc...
2:17am change baby's diaper and lament presence of mucous. Still naked.
2:20am scrub puked milk out of livingroom chair. Still naked.
2:25am wipe down self and put on pjs.
2:30am eat a handful of almonds and a banana. Nurse baby... again
2:50 put baby in bed.
2:52am cat starts running in the house and wailing.
2:55am put cat in the basement
2:57am go back to bed.
5:00am wake to tot running through the house yelling, "I awake!"
5:10am change tot's diaper, read "bubbles, bubbles, everywhere" and make Coleridge references lost on the toddler.
5:20am sing "you are my sunshine" a half dozen times.
5:30am tot back asleep. Crawl into bed.
5:40am baby wakes up.
I'd like for people to think that because I believe in attachment parenting that I was cool with this sleepless night. Maybe picture me waking sleepy, bemused, and with a smile. Nope. I was loving, but I did utter the biggest string of profanities into my pillow. I love my babies, but a sure miss sleep.
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