ITA with Juise about just how huge sleep deprivation is. Trust me, the world is nowhere near as scary, messy, hopeless, and depressing as it appears to you now. I've had high needs babies before (or at least high enough needs that I can appreciate the fact that Terran is at the far other end of the spectrum and is not a "normaL" baby at all) so I've been hesitant to post about the changes in Terran's sleeping habits, but yes, they are there; it's just the age. I hope the olive treatment helps and that Henry is sleeping for longer periods of time soon.
Originally Posted by PlayaMama
i hate it when linnaea wakes up and chatters in the middle on the night!! it is so frustrating... then she'll give me a big ol' smile and i'm like, "ugh! i love you so much and you are so cute and you are DRIVING ME CRAZY!!"
That's about where we are with sleeping; Terran's most fun, alert, and best wakeful period now begins around 10:30 when the adult children need to start getting to sleep so they can get enough before they have to go to work and school in the morning. I need to be more conscientious about napping with him during the day when i can and seeing that I have enough books, music, and other fun and reasonably quiet stuff to do in our bedroom.
Oh yea; Christopher isn't sleeping in the living room any more so I could do things out there now, I just always forget.Helen
, I see what you mean about chorewars! It's incredibly addictive! I was totally freaking out when the server went down last night. My house hasn't been this clean since before Terran was born...well, at least since the landlord's walkthrough, and that lasted such a short time I hardly even remember it. dd thought I was nuts when I told her I was playing a video game when she could see with her own eyes that I was sweeping the kitchen. Operamommy
four loads of laundry would be four adventures, at least the way I'm counting it. Those of you with larger families should take the double XP and 1 1/2 times XP to make things easier for me, lol.applecore
I've been getting peed on a lot lately too. Terran is on a full-blown potty strike this week and he knows darned well what he's doing. He shoots me such naughty looks as he quickly arches his back and tells me "no" every single time I hold him over the sink that I just have to laugh and say "Suit yourself." but his skin isn't holding up very well so he needs nekky butt time pee or no pee. I didn't know about EC with my older kids, so I guess I'm pretty much used to it and might as well enjoy the innocuous EBF poops and pees while they last.Gen
I hope you're feeling better now. I'm fortunate enough not to know what gallbladder attacks feel like firsthand, but I've had enough friends who have problems to have some idea. Your fourth of July was definitely worse than mine, even though mine was kind of sucky.
I haven't really enjoyed the 4th since 9./11. Our family tradition was for one of us (me at first and then Jeanita or Christopher as they got older) to do a dramatic reading of the Declaration of Independence. In 2002 I found myself wanting to tell Christopher to keep his voice down because I was skeered that someone might overhear him, think it was a personal conversation instead of a historical document, and call homeland security about the "terra wrists planning to overthrow the government".
But still, I thought I should take Terran downtown just for the crowds and the fun to at least balance out the noise from the fireworks that would be scaring him that night., Almost as soon as we got there, I had my first unpleasant baby-related encounter for this baby.
I was looking at some tie-dyes for sale at a booth and turned to leave when I felt some resistance, as if I'd caught some clothing on a pole or something, and turned around to find a TOTAL STRANGER grabbing Terran's leg and saying "tsk tsk tsk! His poor little legs are so cold! (it was a hot day and he was sweating) Isn't that THING (our Mei Tai) cutting off his circulation?"
I was so shocked that all I could do was pull him away from those germy nasty paws as fast as I could, glare at the old bat, and mutter "NO!"
But the celebration was ruined for me; i walked around for awhile fuming with a scowl on my face and a chip on my shoulder replaying the scene in my mind thinking about what I SHOULD have said or done to protect my baby, the next baby the old bat decided to paw, and the next new mother, who would probably be closer to dd's age and as insecure as I was with my dd's and might be dissuaded from babywearing.
Yea, my intellect knew that if I really HAD grabbed her wrist with my thumb firmly pressed into the pressure point, yanked her off balance, got up in her face and said "Oh, we think it's okay to touch total strangers without their permission, do we?" and then loudly and vigorously blown my nose into my other hand, spat on it, grabbed her cheeks with the sticky wet germ-stew on my fingers and said "Kootchy-kootchy-koo! I just love to pinch chubby cheeks!" then grabbed her leg in the exact same place she had grabbed ds's and said "Oooh! Such hot little legs! Aren't those stupid looking polyester pants cutting off your circulation?" then I undoubtedly would have been hauled off to jail for an "unprovoked assault on a sweet, grandmotherly lady who was only trying to be helpful."-
It only made me madder to know that the world would see it that way and there really hadn't been much I could have done to protect ds, the next baby the "sweet grandmotherly lady who was only trying to be helpful" assaulted, or his/her younger, more impressionable mama.
Yes, I know that's just the way the world is but I don't LIKE the world because it isn't FAIR!!
I couldn't even enjoy the numerous other total strangers who smiled at me and said "Happy Fourth of July!" or "What a cute baby!" so I decided to give up and go home.
About halfway there, someone said something directed to me from her front porch aross her fairly large lawn. I didn't understand what she said and had almost passed the house, so normally I would have just said nothing or else said "Thank you" and assumed she was saying something nice about the baby, who had fallen asleep nursing in his Mei Tai. However, I was still so upset about the leg-grabber and trying so hard to convince myself that most people weren't like that that I turned around, walked up to the fence and said, "Excuse me?"
"I said, don't you want a blanket?"
Um...it was a hot day so I was pretty sure what she was getting at. So she wanted to pick a fight about NIP, did she? She had chosen the WRONG person at the WRONG time! I may not remember any specific nip incidents that happened over 16 years ago while I transformed from a nervous first time mom huddling behind a dumpster in a dirty alley because "If I can smoke a joint here, there's no reason why I can't feed my baby here." into a card-carrying La Leche League member who didn't blink an eye at tandeming a three year old and a ten month old on a MUNI bus, but I sure knew I wasn't about to say "no", look at the ground, and hurry away as fast as I could this time.
"EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!" brief pause while I shot daggers out of my eyes, "Did you just say that you wanted a BLANKET to put over your HEAD while you ate that ColonelMcTrashburger? Did you just say that you like to put BLANKETS over your HEAD when you EAT?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I asked you if you wanted me to get you a blanket to..um... wrap around yourself and your baby."
"DO YOU LIKE TO PUT BLANKETS ON YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU EAT???!!!!"
"Of course not."
"Then why do you think my baby does?"
"Um...er...ah... it doesn't matter what the baby wants, it would just be more appropriate."
"Oh, so you think it's MORE APPROPRIATE for babies to be smothered by blankets when they eat, huh? I bet you think it's MORE APPROPRIATE foir babies to drink animal milk out of plastic bottles, don't you? You think it's MORE APPROPRIATE for mothers to make their babies go hungry because they might offend stupid ugly ignorant people shoving ColonelMcTrashburgers into their greedy goibbling mouths even though it OFFENDS ME to have to look at trash like you? You make me sick to my stomach!"
And I wish I'd said more about the studies that have shown how women who feel a lack of support for breastfeeding in public are less likely to breastfeed and/or more likely to wean their babies before the WHO's recommended minimum of two years and fewer ad hominems about her physical appearance and taste in corporate food substitute products, but the important thing was that I was loud, obnoxious, embarassing and not about to back down.
She went on for awhile and the ad hominems flew until she realized she was just making herself look stupid and said, "I'm not going to talk to you any more!", crammed the last bit of dead genetically modified organism and hydrogenated fat into her maw and lit a cigarette. I trolled her a bit longer to make sure she was really done, took a deep breath, and told her (and the entire neighbourhood)
"The next time you see a new mother feeding her baby....AND YOU WILL....DON'T....DO IT....AGAIN!!!!!
and continued my walk. Two blocks later I realized that I felt better. A lot better. A whole lot better. So much better that I was starting to feel bad about how much better I felt.
Terran held up okay through the fireworks, even though they were late and awfully close to the house. I was kind of embarassed when dd walked in to find us rocking out on the bouncy ball to my entire collection of 2004 election protest songs and various GWB mashups, but I wanted something loud and rythmic to drown out the fireworks or at least make them more tolerable. I wasn't trying to indoctrinate the baby. Babies don't care about politics.