Life Intervenes... Again

Well, so much for my year of sipping lattes and blogging blithely while my angel baby suckles, snuggled in his organic cotton wrap carrier. That's not exactly how being a new mother has worked out, at least for me! Reality check: sleep deprivation, bottle refusal, cluster nursing, blocked ducts, diaper blowouts, sippy cup refusal. Yeah, that's for realz.

Also for realz: sloppy baby kisses, cuddles,

INTERMISSION

Haha! It was 4:30 a.m. when I started writing; Baby R was nursing, lying on his nursing pillow. I was actually in a good mood, because this was his first wakeup of the night, and I thought I'd be able to get another couple of hours of sleep before getting up for work. But reality intervenes once more! Baby R lifted his head, leaned over the arm of the chair and PUKED. And PUKED. And PUKED again! Woo! At least he was considerate enough to puke mostly on the floor and not on us.

I had to wake up poor SO -- who had worked until midnight -- to hold Baby R so I could clean up. At least he hadn’t puked on himself or me. But when I turned on the light in his room I realized there was poop on his sheet and blankets, so I had to change those too. Then I nursed Baby R again. When he was finished, I stood up to put him in the crib, and he puked. And puked. And puked again. This time it was all over my shoulder, his arm and the floor. I got poor SO out of bed to change Baby R ’s clothes while I cleaned up again. Then we were all exhausted so we all went to bed together. But of course I couldn’t sleep and I had to get up at 6:45 anyway. So essentially I have been up since 4:30.


I still came to work today because SO is home until 1:00 and his parents, who are visiting from the Maritimes, are perfectly capable of taking care of him until I get home. Also, I thought it would be gauche to skip work considering my first day back was just 2 days ago. But I’m still worried, of course. I wonder if I should have stayed home just so Baby R can nurse instead of having to eat food. I hope he doesn’t refuse to drink again like he did yesterday; he hates his sippy cup. (WHY WON’T HE DRINK?? ARGH!!!! DARN KIDS THESE DAYS, WITH THEIR VIDEO GAMES AND THEIR TEXT MESSAGES AND REFUSING THEIR SIPPY CUPS! shakes fist) At least he didn’t have a fever and he seemed to be in a good mood when I left.

Also, I slipped and fell on some ice yesterday and effed up my right arm real good, so there’s that too. Boo hoo!