Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Sleep

Yawn

Cue Jay crying...

Of course.

So I feed her.

Yawn

She starts dozing...awesome.

I lay her down.

Yawn

Then I lay next to her. She is so cute.

I can't help but plant a kiss on her cute little forehead.

She starts to stir.

Whoops, I try to back away from her, to give her space.

Doesn't help.

Yawn

I pick her up and rock her to sleep...now the question is, can I get her back down without waking her...? Dare I try?

Yawn

I wonder if the candidates woke up feeling as exhausted as I did this morning.

I'm guessing that Michael Ignatieff and Gilles Duceppe hardly slept a wink last night, know what the morning would bring.

I couldn't imagine being responsible for a whole country-not today. Not today when I can't seem to get Jay to nap.

Yawn

I lay back on my pillow, she is cuddled into me, drooling on my chest.

The positive side of not running a country...

I can sleep whenever...whenever Jay lets me anyways.


Cue Jay waking up in tears...

Like I said, whenever Jay lets me.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Rough Night


I stopped counting how many times I've yawned today.

Up until the last 5 nights or so, Jay had been an angelic sleeper.

Fall asleep between 10:00-11:30pm, 2-3 good feedings during the night (one by her Dad with formula), then up between 10:00-11:30am.

Yeah, like I said, angelic.

Well, last night I was up every 30hr-1hr feeding her until 6:30am, when she finally decided to crash for 4 hours.

Oh yes, and she isn't taking her formula anymore. She is only interested in Mom's Restaurant.

I know this is hardly the worst it could be. Many a mom's have told me their horror stories of ridiculous schedules and feedings.

No matter, a change in your schedule, regardless of what everyone is doing, is still a change.

So, with a few extra yawns, and a less than eager attitude to clean the house today,  I am resting...preparing for another night of weird sleeping and trying to remember that I'll never get these days back, and at some point, I won't always be her end all be all.

Crossing my fingers and holding my thumbs for more than 4 hours of straight sleep couldn't hurt though.