What does it say about a person when the first time they leave their newborn with someone (other than a grandparent) is so that the person can go to the liquor store? I'm not saying who, but...someone did that yesterday. Because it was a once-a-year type sale. Not that I would know.
I'm feeling much better. So much better. Walking-on-sunshine-and-rainbows-better. And, I'm not even under the influence of my newly acquired coffee-flavored Bailey's either. It just takes a couple days of feeling like shit to put things in perspective, doesn't it?
Well, that and a hot bath. And a baby who slept in his crib from 10 p.m. until 5:30 a.m., only waking up once to eat. Hall-le-fucking-lujah. Because if we had had one more bad night I was going to watch the last of my few shreds of sanity float away forever. Granted, he was on his stomach for a good portion of that, but it was either that or my sanity. And I'm not kidding. I took off his crib bumpers, turned on the ceiling fan, cranked up the humidfier, elevated the head of his mattress, dressed him in a blanket sleeper, heated the sheet with a heating pad, rocked and rocked him to sleep and then dumped that bad boy in the crib. Then, I ran as fast as I could for the bathroom, closing all doors in between the two, and ran the hottest bath I could stand. Had a tiny glass of the Bailey's and read my book. Oh. Heaven. Just heaven. And voila! Sanity returned.
Of course, as soon as I tried to settle down to sleep, it wasn't happening. I had my first opportunity for hours and hours of sleeping alone and I couldn't do it. I choked! I laid there and wondered if I should go flip him over. Then I wondered if he was breathing. So, I jumped up to check on him every 15 minutes. Why is he still sleeping in there? How is he not crying as usual? Maybe he can't breathe through his nose--he has a cold. (I know. Just kill me now.) Then, I took my antibiotic and laid down but something weird happened and I ended up with heartburn. Then, Becca cried. So, I checked on her and then I came downstairs and surfed the internet. Insomnia, heartburn....it was like I was pregnant again. Then, Becca cried again. Good times. But, somehow I did eventually get some quality sleep last night.
Now that everyone is caught up on the status of my sleep deprivation....(God, do I ever talk about anything else on here? [You: No!]) What are your Halloween plans? Becca and John will go trick or treating early (like at 6 p.m.) and she will eat way too much candy and will go to bed. If it is warm enough, Andrew and I will go too. If it is too cold, we'll stay home and hand out candy. Becca is going to be (what else?) Snow White. She always wants to lie down in her "glass case" when she is Snow White, so John thought we should get some kind of casket made of clear plastic to roll her around the neighborhood in. It would add a more halloween-y feel to the typical princess costume, don't you think?