There comes a certain point during a restless night when going to sleep would actually be more detrimental than just staying awake. For me, that's the 1-hour-pre-alarm point. I've been awake since 2. It's now 4:30, and I am just biding my time, trying to stay awake and avoid getting to that point where, inevitably, I am capable of going back to sleep about 10 minutes prior to the alarm. It's going to be one of those days where I do all that I can to survive until I can go to bed again. Of course, I will then catch my second wind and will go to bed no earlier than I usually do and will pay more tomorrow than I will today.
Maybe this is the kind of thing PTO is for.
Anyways, I took the plunge and ordered the stroller. My first thought of doing so came the day that I blogged about it, and now that I ordered it, I'm really happy that I did. Liam's stroller caused me to have stroller envy; I wanted it because it was lighter and more compact, but it didn't come with a vast selection of patterns. I never thought it was particularly cute. The new single stroller is super-cute (I only had one option for a pattern, and I'm really happy with it), so, without spending a dime, I can take my last shot at having a cute stroller before my stroller days are over.
As for the back pains...HOLY GOODNESS!!! Baby is very predictable in terms of when she comes out to play - 8PM, like clockwork (ideally this coincides with couch time). Last night (it feels odd to say "last night" considering so little sleep separates "this morning" from "last night") was the closest I have ever come to screaming out in pain. I was able to breathe through my pre-epidural labor more easily than I was able to breathe through these pains. I think the worst part about it is that it's so unpredictable as to when the next jab is going to come at me. They're pretty much in rapid succession, but then once they stop for a few moments, every little movement causes me to tense up and brace for the next one, which may or may not come at that particular moment in time.
Last night the thought crossed my mind for the first time that a c-section would be preferable than to go through back labor for any period of time. I read that with back labor, the pain of contractions is secondary. I also read, though, that most babies in posterior position leading up to labor actually turned during labor, according to one study. Who knows?
I know - I'm a whiner. I am a horrible patient. Heaven help my blog readers if I ever come down with a serious medical condition :)
Yesterday morning I asked Liam if he was ready to be a big brother. He said "yeah!" I said "you know baby sister is going to be living with us in our house. Are you ready for her to come live with us?" He said "no!!" He seemed to be pretty distressed as I explained that to him. Poor guy...we're just going to have to overcompensate and show him that we still love him and that we're still going to give him the attention he needs - all before he begins demanding attention in a negative way. So much to look forward to!
Big boy bed continues to go so well. I don't feel like our lives are a whole lot different now than they were when he was in a crib. We're pretty blessed in that arena. I have a feeling a lot of it has to do with their rituals at school; nap time lasts from 11-2, and if they wake up earlier, then they're just expected to play quietly on or around their mats. Liam wakes up anytime after 6am on the weekends, but he will either sing to himself or look at his books or get out of bed and play with his toys on the floor for about an hour until we come get him. Only once since the 2/28 transition has he walked down the hall to our room.
Granted, once he's awake, I can't sleep; I just listen to him and laugh, especially when he starts belting out his rendition of one of the songs we sing. However, if I can just be in bed until 7, I'm golden. I usually get bored and want to get up around then, anyway, even if I have the opportunity to sleep later.
Oh how our smooth-sailing worlds are about to be turned upside-down! Putting Liam to bed at 7:30, lounging around the rest of the night, and "sleeping in" until 7 will become a thing of the past. We'll adjust, though, just as we did (eventually) adjust to having one child in the house. Maybe I shouldn't be too quick to wish the next couple of weeks away :)
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