Losing Battle
Daycare Germs – 1
Lindsey – 0
“What?? There are germs at daycare?”
New Friend
You guys, since going back to work, I’ve had a new friend become very close to me. His name is Sleep Deprivation, and just between us, I really don’t like the guy. And since today is probably the worst I’ve felt in ages, I figured I’d give you guys a little insight into how my crappy state came to be:
8:30 pm – After forcing Dave to watch the season finale of Dance Your Ass Off with me, I feel asleep on the couch. And let’s be honest here, holding off that long before going to sleep wasn’t easy.
10:30 pm – I go upstairs to go to bed for real.
12:00 am – Elijah wakes me up coughing. Have I mentioned that he’s had some lovely congestion since Day Care Week 1? I’m pretty sure that I’ve also failed to mention that I (the one that never gets sick) feels something coming on. I’m in denial about that though. So anyways, I wait for him to wake up to be fed, but he goes back to sleep and eventually so do I.
1:50 am – Elijah wakes me up with screaming. He normally doesn’t scream. I run into his room and find him with his face in the side of the crib. He’s rolling over from back to side/stomach in his sleep. Sigh. Luckily I removed the bumper the night before, so it was really just an issue of being stuck there than not being able to breathe. So while he’s up, I feed him.
In my night time daze, I decide that since he’s trying his hardest to roll over, I need to take him out of the swaddle and remove the sleep positioner (that he wiggles out of anyways). He’s in heaven. He immediately rolls over to his side and goes to town sucking on his hands. So I go back to bed and listen to the happy sucking noises and grunts for at least 10-15 minutes while he falls asleep.
3:45 am – Elijah wakes me up with screams again. I run to his room (again) and find him with a leg stuck in the bars of the crib. Okay, mental note that I’m totally buying one of those butt ugly breathable bumpers this weekend. He falls asleep easily in my arms, but as soon as I put him down in the crib, his arms and legs go into overdrive and he’s laughing at what he’s doing. So I break down and feed him (because he can’t resist falling back asleep after a full belly). It worked. So after more happy grunting and fist sucking, we both go back to sleep.
4:20 am – Dave’s alarm goes off. He has a conference call with a European client. Sigh. I have him check on Elijah because I’m paranoid that he’s rolled over again to his stomach and can’t breathe. He’s fine. Dave goes downstairs.
4:25 am – Dave’s alarm goes off again. He forgot to disable it, so I do it. Mollie takes advantage of the situation and gets in bed with me.
4:30 am – Dave’s alarm goes off AGAIN. I hit snooze instead of turning it off. I turned it off for real this time.
6:00 am – My alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready for work. I’ve had the worst night of sleep EVER and I feel like poo.
6:20 am – Elijah wakes up mad again. He’s somehow gone from sleeping the right way in the crib to being side to side (which barely works for him since he’s so long). And apparently he didn’t like that. So I go ahead and get him up, finish getting ready, and feed him right before we leave for daycare.
And now I’m here…waiting for my coffee to cool down…trying to keep my eyes open. So dear friend, Sleep Deprivation, you can suck it!
Laughing!
I forgot to upload my photos from the beach, so for now, I present this video of Elijah’s first big laughs. Oh, and please ignore my silly baby talk.
I couldn’t pick just one.
Soooo earlier this week, somebody rolled over at daycare. Just once, but he did it. The ladies think it was more accidental than intentional, but he did it! And what does any pround parent do? They force their kid into tummy time so that they can see it for themselves.
Which apparently doesn’t work. He still hasn’t rolled over at home, but he’s doing really well at holding that noggin up. Oh, and he’s doing really well at drooling (as you can see in the middle pic). Yep, my son…the pro drooler.
Nobody warned me!
Nobody warned me that I’d be a crazy person once my kid was born. Seriously, I am. Need an example?
Today I ran out to the grocery store to pick up some things for dinner. Elijah had just been fed and was hanging out with Dave. I ran to the grocery store, got what I needed, and was on my way back home when I saw an ambulance headed towards my house while I was sitting at a stoplight. And by towards my house, I just mean going the same way on a busy road that I go to get home. My stomach dropped.
“Oh my god. What if they’re going to my house? What if something happened? Would Dave know what to do? He’s there by himself. What if he needs me?” All that went through my head in about a second. I shook it off, turned up the radio, and tried to push it out of my head. But I couldn’t. I was rushing home to make sure that ambulance wasn’t in my driveway.
About two stoplights down, I saw the lights in the parking lot of the assisted living place I pass everyday on my way home. Relief washed over me. I cried. I was just so overwhelmed with how scared I was and the guilt of being happy that the ambulance was in their parking lot and not my driveway.
All that emotion took place in a grand total of about two minutes. I live and breath for this child. I am him and he is me. But I can’t keep doing that. It’s not fair for either of us. I’m a walking ball of nerves. (Not the kind of nerves where I’m worried that he’ll get hurt – it’s hard to explain.) Just ask anybody in my immediate family. I’m different. So I’m conscious of it, and I think that’s a good start. Elijah will always be my top priority, but I need to make that work so that other priorities can hang around in this life of mine. You know…things like Dave, our marriage, Mollie (bless her little heart, she’s a trooper), family, and friends.
So for all you other folks out there that are currently kid-free, consider yourself warned! Odds are, when you have kids, you’ll be obsessed with your kid and require a self-administered intervention after crying at a stoplight over a random ambulance on the road just like me!
More Bouncer Action
Check out Elijah in the bouncer! He hasn’t quite figured out the jumping part, but he will soon since I’ve already secured one of these for the house!
It’s already Monday? Ugh.
Dude, was it me, or did the weekend FLY by? I feel like like we somehow skipped right over Saturday and Sunday.
Let’s see…Saturday the Ingram crew headed over to the Horton’s for some dinner and catching up. We hadn’t seen each other since I went back to work (gasp!), so we had some major withdrawals going on. Nicholas is stinking cute with all his rolling over and feet eating he’s into right now. And since Elijah’s head control is pretty good, we tested him out in Nicholas’s bouncer.
Cutest.thing.ever.
On the lowest setting, he’s flat footed! I’ve got one tall baby!
Major concentration going on.
He pooped himself out!
Sunday was mostly dedicated to checking out a wedding venue that Lauren is interested in with Ma. They had an open house and Lauren originally thought she wouldn’t be able to make it since they were at the beach, but they got home early enough for her to go. It’s a super cool venue. I strapped Elijah into the Baby Bjorn and we walked around and eventually he passed out. Then before I knew it, it was time to start getting everything ready for another work week. Blah!
Hope you guys had a great weekend!
Oh, and then there’s this:
Happy Birthday, Dow!!!