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rivkaWhat. A. Night.
I had trouble falling asleep. My mind kept running over useless annoying minutia until around 1:30am, when I finally dropped off.
Then at 3 I was awake again, with a vicious attack of heartburn. I chewed some of the Tums I keep on the bedside table, dozed a bit, woke in pain again after a couple of minutes. At 3:30 I gave up. I got out of bed, wrapped up in my robe, took two Tagamet, and sat upright for half an hour waiting for them to kick in and quell the production of stomach acid.
At 4 I went back to bed. Again it took me a long time to settle my mind, but I was beginning to drift by about 4:30. Then I heard a yell over the baby monitor.
"Mom! Is it time to get up yet?"
Fuck. Me.
I wrapped up in my robe again and went upstairs. Alex was running a fever all day yesterday, and she looked flushed and exhausted as she lay in the crib. I gave her a dose of Tylenol, found her sippy cup of water that had slipped down in the crib, covered her up with her special blanket, started her lullabye CD, stroked her hair, told her good night. Went downstairs and got back into bed. Tried to ignore the music now seeping through the baby monitor.
A few minutes later, loud and clear over the monitor: "Hooray for Alex!!"
Ten minutes later: "More water!"
I held my breath and waited, hoping that she would fall asleep any moment, but a few minutes later she repeated the call. "Water, please! More water!"
Wrapped up in my robe again. Stalked up the stairs and took the sippy cup from her outstretched hand. Stalked down to the bathroom to fill it up with water. Brought it back to her. Said through gritted teeth: "Alex, you must go back to sleep. No more yelling. This is Papa and Mama's sleeping time. Do you understand?" She nodded.
Back downstairs. It was 5am. I crawled into bed and listened to lullabyes through the monitor for a few minutes. Alex was quiet. Finally I drifted off to sleep.
Michael's alarm rang at 6am, waking me up. But mercifully I fell back asleep immediately, and didn't wake up until around 8:15. (I'm waiting at home with Alex until 9 or 9:30, and then Michael will come home and take over so that I can go to work.) Right now she's still asleep.
What. A. Night. I guess it adds up to almost five hours, but it certainly doesn't feel that way.
I had trouble falling asleep. My mind kept running over useless annoying minutia until around 1:30am, when I finally dropped off.
Then at 3 I was awake again, with a vicious attack of heartburn. I chewed some of the Tums I keep on the bedside table, dozed a bit, woke in pain again after a couple of minutes. At 3:30 I gave up. I got out of bed, wrapped up in my robe, took two Tagamet, and sat upright for half an hour waiting for them to kick in and quell the production of stomach acid.
At 4 I went back to bed. Again it took me a long time to settle my mind, but I was beginning to drift by about 4:30. Then I heard a yell over the baby monitor.
"Mom! Is it time to get up yet?"
Fuck. Me.
I wrapped up in my robe again and went upstairs. Alex was running a fever all day yesterday, and she looked flushed and exhausted as she lay in the crib. I gave her a dose of Tylenol, found her sippy cup of water that had slipped down in the crib, covered her up with her special blanket, started her lullabye CD, stroked her hair, told her good night. Went downstairs and got back into bed. Tried to ignore the music now seeping through the baby monitor.
A few minutes later, loud and clear over the monitor: "Hooray for Alex!!"
Ten minutes later: "More water!"
I held my breath and waited, hoping that she would fall asleep any moment, but a few minutes later she repeated the call. "Water, please! More water!"
Wrapped up in my robe again. Stalked up the stairs and took the sippy cup from her outstretched hand. Stalked down to the bathroom to fill it up with water. Brought it back to her. Said through gritted teeth: "Alex, you must go back to sleep. No more yelling. This is Papa and Mama's sleeping time. Do you understand?" She nodded.
Back downstairs. It was 5am. I crawled into bed and listened to lullabyes through the monitor for a few minutes. Alex was quiet. Finally I drifted off to sleep.
Michael's alarm rang at 6am, waking me up. But mercifully I fell back asleep immediately, and didn't wake up until around 8:15. (I'm waiting at home with Alex until 9 or 9:30, and then Michael will come home and take over so that I can go to work.) Right now she's still asleep.
What. A. Night. I guess it adds up to almost five hours, but it certainly doesn't feel that way.
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:30 pm (UTC)