Friday, May 6, 2016

Princess Papaya's Typical Day In and Out and All About: Eight Month Semi-Live Blog Edition

A day in the life of an Eight Month Old's Mom.

She's under a fortnight shy of nine months now, little beast... 

But before we graduate to the joys and confusions of 3/4 year, one might wonder what I do with my little 8 month old sprout all day. 









5:15 a.m. - Andrew's alarm goes off. I may or may not be awake before this point. I may or may not return to sleep after this point, but I'm definitely awake at this point. He turns it off, and remains in bed. Silence hovers over the room anxiously. The suspense kills me. Will it go off again? Will he forget to wake up and miss his carpool? No, around 5:30ish, he'll roll out of bed, jingle his belt buckle and rumble around in the dark until he's dressed.

5:45 a.m. - Baby makes crying noises. Oh hell no, baby. We wait until 7 to get her. In theory. More like 6:40, if she's been up the whole time. Wake up time is evolving towards 6:30. But she usually goes back to sleep if you leave her alone at 6. Still, I'm up. Some days, "up" begins at 4:30, when baby wakes up to feed. If I feed her before five, she has a shot of going back to sleep. If she wakes up at 5 a.m., it's going to be a long day. But 4:30 - even 4:45 a.m. - and she has a shot.. I don't. But I'll take the swap. If I feed her at 4:30, I get back to bed just in time for Andrew's alarm to go off. So... up.

6:00 - I'm dressed and downstairs. Andrew's just leaving. He kisses me goodbye, inevitably as I've just put something in my mouth. Load the coffee maker with decaf.

6:10- 6:20 - I make breakfast for me and baby. Eggs for me. Eggs for baby. Soft fruit for baby. Something extra for baby to try. And chocolate and coffee for me. Amidst the culinary chaos, I keep staring at the monitor as baby occasionally moans in her sleep. Maybe in her sleep. Who knows.

6:30 a.m. - Time to relax. I turn on the radio, draw the curtains, and kick back for a few seconds. Mostly pacing in between the computer, my crossword, and the baby monitor. Wonder where my coffee is. Realize I never turned it on. Press button.

6:35 a.m. - Coffee maker is making funny noises. Realize I never put the carafe in the maker. Rush madly to right this wrong.

6:38 a.m. - Baby is definitively up (the side of the crib, most likely) and tearing around... Quick stop at the bathroom on the way up. I put on the mommy mantle and get ready for the day.




6: 40 a.m. - Baby is bawling.

6:45 a.m. - Find baby crying in her crib. This is not my favorite way to start the day. Usually, she's up happily crawling around in her crib. Clearly, there is something awry. Clearly. I check for teeth trying to poke through delicate baby gums. There are none, of course. Ever. Feel her forehead. No fever. Go back to chalking it up to gas, random bad dream, or the ever popular Wonder Week as a running theory for the rest of the day.

6:50 a.m. - Barely survive a bawling baby's protests against having her diaper changed. Only do so by giving her several pairs of socks and baby leggings to play with. Onesie is soaked through with either drool or overnight diaper overflow. Struggle baby into a dress that is scandalously small on her. Consider changing clothes before baby starts sobbing and thrashing at the indignities of her morning thus far.

7:00 a.m. - Walking around the kitchen for a few minutes has calmed baby down. Give baby a dropperful of simethicone in case gas is bugging her. Fight with baby for several eternities to recover the dropper after she appropriates it, finally get it into her mouth, recover it again, get it back from the floor. Distract baby with a finger soaked in baby's probiotic drops. Baby is ready to play, but it's been about six hours since she last nursed. Sit down for the big morning nursing session.

7:00 a.m. to 7:30 a.m - Baby roots like a truffle pig as mommy struggles to get her top down. Baby flies headfirst toward a boob screaming what sounds an awful lot like "BONZAI" and nurses heavily, albeit with her usual breaks to jab mommy in the trachea with her talons, stare at fluff on the couch, suck her thumb, and kick her leg into mommy's pocket.

7:30 a.m. - Baby lays in mommy's lap, briefly the embodiment of sweet and cute. Baby lets out a few frat boy farts, occasionally wiggles angrily and occasionally giggles and makes hiss-coos while grabbing mommy's lip.

7:45 a.m. - Breakfast Part Two: The Solid Foodening. Baby screams when put in her high chair. Then starts grabbing at the table. She calms when food is placed on her tray. Baby scatters several pieces of bread, egg, and fruit onto the floor. She eats the egg (and only the egg) and demands more. Working in some spoon practice, mommy uses two baby spoons to offer her prune puree. Baby takes the first spoon by the handle and smears prune all over her outfit, the chair, her feet, the table, and possibly the ceiling. Baby sucks on the opposite end of the spoon as mommy loads the second spoon. Baby grabs the second spoon and gets the correct end in her mouth... mostly. Baby develops a prune goatee as mommy offers a reloaded spoon. Baby knocks spoons together before becoming hungry and dropping the empty spoon to ravage the full spoon. Repeat several times, until baby decides she'd prefer to wave one spoon around behind her head and attempt to dive from the chair.


8:00 a.m. - Baby is covered head to two in prune goo and flailing with both spoons like Keith Moon doing a drum solo. Mommy wets a few paper towels and approaches with caution. Baby grabs the paper towel and tries to eat it. Eventually some goo is wiped off, the paper towel dropped, and baby is again barking because she's dropped her sippie cup.

8:05 a.m. - Put baby on her play mat with a less drippy sippie cup. Mommy's due to pump, and thinks maybe she should try it on the play mat so she can intervene with her new highly mobile baby.

8: 06 a.m. - Set free, baby perks up, giggles, and barrels towards the rocking chair. Mommy cringes and waits for the inevitable injury.




8:07 a.m. - Baby almost manages to pull herself up on the swaying death machine. Then can't. Then she starts howling in protest. No injury. Just pure seething anger. Baby hits Hulk-Mode.




8: 08 a.m. - Mommy tries to distract Chaya while still hooked into her milking machine. Eventually she reaches a shoulder and wrests Chaya away from the chair. A snotty sobbing baby suddenly smiles and grabs for the pump tubes. Mommy tries to divert her and accidentally unplugs the pump. Chaya pulls harder and mommy turns her around to face three or four actual toys, while trying to extricate herself from the breast pump apparati. More howling ensues.

8:08 a.m. - Mommy unhooks and holds a fragile Chaya on one hip while putting away breakfast with the free hand. Chaya stops crying and sucks her thumb quietly. She howls when overtures are made to put her down in her chair. Mommy realizes that baby's been up for possibly a while. And that she looks pretty tired. Mommy takes a deep breath and heads up for naptime.

8:09 a.m. - Chaya protests at being brought into the room. Then snuggles into mommy. Then throws a snit fit as mommy extracts her from her teeny dress ("shirt") and into another onesie. Baby grabs a wet wipe and begins eating it as mommy adds leggings. Then protests at the sleep sack. Then tries to roll over and grab her bunny. Then sniffles.

8:15 a.m. - Mommy has been reading The Velveteen Rabbit, and Chaya has snuggled in cozily and quietly. As Mommy gets Madeline to read, Chaya starts to make hooting noises and do a little baby belly dance, before snuggling in again.

8:20 a.m. - Mommy sings to Chaya. Chaya protests a little but mostly lays there with one hand in mommy's pocket, playing with a twenty dollar bill that mommy foolishly left in there.

8:30 a.m. - Mommy puts Chaya down. Chaya pops up and looks at mommy defiantly and says (in baby talk) "care to play?" Shelving mommy mantle, I fling my hands up quietly and sneak downstairs.

8:35 a.m. -Watching the nap-jinx play out over the monitor. Chaya is sitting up in her crib a bit, but what can you do? It's time attack the disaster zone at and around the breakfast table. Bring out the broom, the sponges, the soap, and the hazmat suit. Fill the sink with dishes, scrub the floor, scrub the seat, scrub the table, sweep. I check the monitor again and at some point, Chaya has gone still. It doesn't look much like a position any baby could sleep in.

9:00 a.m. - Load the dishwasher. Start it. Find a dirty spoon in baby's highchair. Stop the dishwasher. Load the dishwasher. Start it. Find a dirty fork and a cup on the floor. Stop the dishwasher. Load the dishwasher. Start it.

9:05 a.m. - Sit down with some coffee and finally check the internet.


9:05 a.m. - Run back to the monitor because there was some kind of baby noise. No movement.

9:10 a.m. - Oh there must have been something. Baby starts crying again. I determine to wait it out and hope she actually falls asleep.

9:15 a.m. - Wipe down the countertops. Check the monitor. Baby is not crying, but is kind of up playing. Yawn.

9:30 a.m. - Baby has laid down then stirred about fifty times. I hear some fussing and run up to find her... sitting and giggling and just a little ball of sunshine! But not one to be messed with. I gradually convince her to hold herself up on the crib railing while I divest her of her sleep sack. Several additional coaxing rouses allow me to separate her from her bunny.

9:40 a.m. - Cart illogically happy baby around the kitchen as she randomly hisses, shrieks, giggles, and grabs at things. As her feet are bare, I fish out a pair of baby shoes. They never fit, but I figure maybe this time will be different. Load baby into the car, gently pushing her back into the seat as she leans out. Remove carseat strap from mouth. Distract with weird blue teething toy while snapping the buckle together. Then distract with third sippie cup to finish fastening. Sneak back inside, promising to be right back out. Momentarily entertain the temptation to stay inside and finish that half sipped coffee. Instead flounder about until I find my keys and a few bazillion shopping bags.

9:40 - 10:20 a.m. - Wander the harried aisles of Trader Joe's with a baby dazed and strapped in the boba. Thank a fourth stranger for returning a dropped shoe. Stick both shoes in my pocket and give up on them for another few months. Stagger into line with an overflowing basket of veggies. Check out with the least friendly TJs clerk you've ever encountered (I mean seriously, everybody has to say something nice about the cute baby!) Another dance to get baby back into carseat. Aaand just a minute shy of a baby breakdown, pull into the garage.

10:25 a.m. - Stagger to the kitchen with baby and two grotesquely laden shopping bags. Figure I can unpack the groceries later and set down to nurse the baby.

10:25 - 10:45 a.m. - Nurse the baby. Usually she's too distracted to nurse long the second feed of the day, but not today. She's closer to theoretical second nap time, maybe. Drag my phone from the pocket under under baby, and have a one-handed internet fest.

10:45: Fish out a silicon bacon shaped teething toy from my pocket (because who doesn't have one of those there) in order to distract Chaya from the fact that I'm yet again changing her diaper (the most loathesome of activities). Somehow keep her from actively rolling off the table or climbing up the walls while noting we are out of diapers downstairs. Quick trip upstairs with half dressed baby. More distracting with errant slippers and wet wipe packaging while the diapering resolves.

10:50 a.m. - Set baby in her kitchen baby seat to finally unpack the groceries. Baby is getting a second wind, of course. She's back to burbling a fountain of raspberries and hooting at whatever you unpack. Offer baby a pear slice. Baby waves it around like she's conducting the 1812 Overture before dropping it. Return the pear slice, allow it to return wildly to the ground, return, and finally give up and eat it myself.

11:00 a.m. - Baby is starting to get amped up and never did really take a good nap. But if she had, she'd be ready for another one... gulp. Pick baby up and wander indecisively around the kitchen, while baby idly grabs at things we pass by.

11:08 a.m. - Up we go again!

11:10 - 11:20 a.m. - Story time. Baby only somewhat yelled at being put back in her sleep sack. And she's deigning to sit in my lap while I read. Granted, she's also sucking on my free finger and trying to put the book in her mouth, but I snuggle her in close and bask in the baby cuteness.

11:20 a.m. - Song time. Baby suddenly writhes into SWAT team action. As I sing, she caterwauls a counterpoint, sucks on my clavicle, blows raspberries into my chest, and again fingers that twenty dollar bill in my pocket. Finally conclude the not-so-lulling lullaby and leave the room to a chorus of baby vowels. Resign myself to a napless day and find myself a little surprised at how much easier it is to accept this when I've gotten a little sleep the night before.

11:25 - 11:45 a.m. - Make lunch for myself and baby. Reorganize parts of the freezer. wipe down relevant surfaces. Over the monitor, I see that baby sits, laughs, climbs the crib, and then mysteriously is asleep at some point. Start the clock until a half hour from now.

12:00 p.m. - Finish up the hasty chores, and finally change shoes to slippers, and have my morning snack. Baby is still laying still. Finish a crossword.

12:20 p.m. - Baby tosses and makes a crying noise. I'm prepared to run up there and retrieve her for a short walk and then lunch. She's prepared to... go back to sleep. Ok then.

12:45 p.m. - Apparently baby has decided to take her optional one good nap now. Yesterday it was in the afternoon. The day before that it was non-existent. For three days before that, it was the morning nap (most likely because I had somewhere I wanted to be in the morning)

1:24 p.m. - Baby is still asleep. Every crossword has been done. Spits and spats of chores (cleaning, tidying, relocating the errant shoes, updating lists and budgets) have been done. I'm hungry. Chaya's due for a feed. I don't want to start anything new because Chaya will wake up any minute now. As she's been due to do for the past hour or so... But this is good. Sleep is good. Someday. Someday she'll start taking reliable naps. Two long naps like babies her age should? At which point she'll grow out of naps, discover Red Bull, all night internetting, cramming, and the like; then she'll only sleep when it's morning and she's supposed to be in school.

1:30 p.m. - OK, She is in fact awake. I'm sure after such a nice rest she'll be roses and sunsh... or a big sobbing mess. Why not. And now she's happy again. Until I try to change her diaper.

1:35 - 2:00 p.m. - Baby pops on and off the breast, grabs the open nipple with both talons, laughs, then cries, occasionally nurses with a finger up mommy's nose, And finally reaches a moment of satisfied googly eyes. Baby makes several new noises in call and repeat while chewing on mommy's drawstring. Baby puts drawstring in mommy's mouth and laughs hysterically before putting it back in her mouth.


2:01 p.m. - Suddenly baby pops off crying out as if in agony. Mommy stands her up and she begins looking around before attempting to fling herself over the top of the sofa. Obviously, it's lunch time.


2:05 p.m. - Throw my food in the microwave with one hand while still holding baby, then retrieve prepared baby lunch items from the fridge - beet, baby corn, pear, a little oatmeal banana "cookie," and... anything else? Oh yeah, avocado prune puree (which looks a little dodgy because of the spinach snuck in there but which tastes likeheaven and which mommy eats more than baby). Plop baby in her high chair and quickly attach the bib before she can grab it. Locate the little tray attachment and snap it on while baby reaches at table madly.





2:11 p.m. - Mommy sits down with her food. Baby has had a beet in her mouth for a while. She's leaning sideways out of her chair and banging on the side of the chair while looking deeply intent on her beet experience.


2:15 p.m. - Beet was a little dry. Baby is not making huge progress, though she's managed to swallow some small portion of it.


2:20 p.m. - Mommy removes the remaining beet sticking out of Chaya's consternated mouth. Chaya grabs a pear, waves it around and throws it on the floor. Pear is retrieved while Chaya repeats her serious consternation over the baby corn.


2:25 p.m. - Mommy offers a spoon. Chaya grabs it and pounds it repeatedly on the tray. Mommy takes a bite of the puree from the other spoon. Then another bite. Chaya experiments with percussion on several locations. She accompanies herself with a hybrid consonant that bridges the unknown gap between "l' and 'm' surprisingly well. Suddenly, like a predator leaping upon her quarry, baby jams the spoon of puree in her mouth. Mommy takes another bite for herself and then offers Chaya a second spoon. Chaya lofts this spoonful up into her ear, She continues chewing on the back end of the other spoon.


2:29 p.m. - Chaya takes three spoonfuls in rapid succession, dropping the empty spoon while grabbing for the full one. She has developed a puree goatee at this point, and is rocking a bit of puree mascara that makes her look like a mini-member of Kiss. Mommy has eaten roughly several pounds of avocado-prune(spinach-mango-squash-pear) puree.


2:50 p.m. - Commence the cleaning. Or not. Baby screams and thrashes at the mere suggestion of wet paper towel across her face. We don't use wet naps because baby eats them now. I figure at least chewing on a wet paper towel is mostly just a little extra hydration. Baby grabs the paper towel. Sometimes while chewing on it, she'll get some cleaning done. Break out a second wet paper towel. Baby thrashes and threatens to wail. Take baby - now armed with two wet paper towels - out of her high chair and shake her off. Try to make a game (sometimes works) of brushing her face with one of the paper towels while making funny noises. Baby does not approve. Give up and walk baby soothingly around the house while baby smooshes wet paper towel into my shirt. Distract baby with her homeopathic allergy drops (non-functional but "safe" for baby, as opposed to benedryl which is for "2 years +" and may make babies hyper). Now baby has two paper towels and an allergy dropper. She is content. Or not exactly content, but not actively protesting.


3:00 p.m. - Time for a walk. Gingerly place baby on the floor and retrieve her coat and shoes. Carefully work baby's coat around her dropper and paper towels, while she leans forward and tries to crawl. Get her securely in one arm, as the other trails behind her. Retrieve the dropped dropper and place it on the counter for future use. Corral the kiddo and sneakily snake her remaining arm through the other sleeve while slipping feet into my own slippers.


3:05 p.m. - Baby screams when she's placed in her stroller seat. Then begins gnawing on her paper towel. She is not interested in her sippie cup. But the buckle of her seat is thoroughly engrossing.


3:06 - 3:40 p.m. - Nice quiet walk, serenaded by baby's new hybrid L/M consonant and repeated choruses of "HUHUHUHU MAMALALA BAAA HUHHUUUUUUUUH GURRRRRGLE" We consider the swings, but they are occupied. Baby begins to bark and complain about give minutes from home, as is predictable. When the stroller is parked, she shakes off the cobwebs and smiles suspiciously at mommy. Who knew she'd been there all along??


3:45 p.m. - Sinking feeling sets in... naptime looms. She's taken a nice long nap. Not going to expect anything. Not going to... but man 1:30 to a 7:00 p.m. bedtime would be brutal. It happens, but then it impacts her night sleep. And she's just a crank. And ... but if I try to put her down for a nap, she probably would be too wired to take a little nap while nursing later. But a real nap would be better. And sometimes if she's cranky, she doesn't nurse well. Nap training is an illusion. Does she seem tired? Was she fussing in the stroller because she's sleepy or bored? Did she have enough stimulation? Will be bounce back into action as soon as we go crib? Will she sob? Will she spend the entire time standing at the edge of the crib?





3:50 p.m. - Unhooking baby and heading for a lap around the island before heading up. Baby is non-committal about her nap-window status.


3:55 p.m. - Enter the chamber of horrors... er... nursery. Chaya lets out a cursory sob as we pass through the doorway. Upon landing in her sleep sack, she quickly maneuvers into crawl position, thrashing the still-damp paper towel up against her bunny. Somehow wrest her back to her back (back being best, according to her sleep sack, which refuses to acknowledge that Chaya only sleeps on her belly) and string her hands through the armholes.


4:00 p.m. - Story time again, after pinning Chaya in a cuddle position with one hand looped behind myback and the other in her mouth. Finally steal the paper towel from her and place it to the side. Chaya stares vacantly at the dim light on the shelf. Then begins to cry. Then stops. Then tries to grab the book. Change books to a smaller one that is less tempting. Chaya begins rocking back and forth and making a "huhuhuhuhuhu" noise.


4:10 p.m. - Song means Chaya leaps into action, though it is a little less heated than usual. Several iterations of "Dream a Little Dream" as she leans her head out into the ether and attempts to swan dive to the floor. Head returns to my chest. She sighs and begins to moan.


4:15 p.m. - Baby is down. I'm not super committed to this nap. Really. I swear. But I had to give it a go.





4:16 p.m. - Baby is up, standing at the crib rail, howling at the duckling and swan mobile which remains her elusive quarry.


4:17 - 4: 35 p.m. - Set up dinner in the rice cooker, Make salads, Chop and steam veggies for Chaya, Scrub down the high chair again. Wash several dishes. Keep an eye on the monitor. Baby has yet to scale out or flip out.


4:36 p.m. - Turn around once more and see a baby heap sleeping in the middle of the crib. She was seriously awake and pummeling her bunny into oblivion a second ago.


4:36 p.m. - 5:06 p.m. - Scurry around the kitchen. Discover husband is on his way home. Check the google driving time (not fantastic). Start piling toys back into their various holding pins. Sweep the floor. Wipe down the counters. Wipe down the play mats. Research once again the various baby gates and despair that none of them are long enough to fit the entrance to the dining room. And the pet gates are not well reviewed as sturdy. Duct tape bubble wrap to more sharp corners. And occasionally answer a crossword clue, while suspiciously eyeing the monitor. Like clockwork, baby leaps into action after a half hour of "down time."


5:10 p.m. After a quick trip to the bathroom, retrieve a very happy burbling baby. Divest her of her sleep sack while she again stands at the edge of the crib and releases a Grand Coulee of baby drool.


5:15 p.m. - Baby still in arm, head to the bath tub. Lay down a towel, Lay out the toys. Check the water. Retrieve a clean diaper to station in the bedroom. Extract baby from onesie and dirty diaper with jaws of life... 


5:20 p.m. - Bathtime. Baby attempts to bash her head into the faucet roughly seventy times in two seconds. On the bright side, it is the only time she tilts her head in a way that I can pour water over her fuzzy baby head and not get water and shampoo coursing down her eyes. Baby grabs the measuring cup I've been using to pour water on her. Pick up the second one. Baby grabs this too. Go to the third one. Baby has an embarrassment of wealth between her little baby legs.






5:25 p.m. - Baby is now trying to pull herself up on the side of the tub. As she stands with mommy's help, baby releases a stream of urine into her little tub-tugboat. She's also due to feed anyways, so plop her on a towel, Distract her with a sock monkey, an extra towel and several noises.


5:30 - Baby is partially dressed. Nursing begins. Baby pops on and off. Gurgles. Takes some deep sips for a few minutes. Rinse repeat on the other side. Give up after baby grabs a handful of hair and starts tugging.


5:45 p.m. - Check Andrew's dinner. Check the rest of the house. Let baby crawl around for a few minutes until she bumps her head on a corner and begins to bawl.





5:50 p.m. - Locate the ergo and strap up with baby protesting about being pressed to my chest. Round up the overflowing recycling bins. Search several areas for keys and phone. Check to see if Andrew's given a traffic update. Head out with exploding recycling barrels, strewing trash in my wake in every awkward step.


6:00 p.m. - Loop around the neighborhood while baby rocks back and forth like a porpoise poised to leap. I can hear her murmuring "Attica Attica Attica" in the form of several raspberries and a strange tongue-flicking hybrid of L, M, and B. How is this sound possible?


6:09 p.m. - Get the mail at long last. There's a special offer for Andrew and several junk fliers. Stop by the recycling yet again.


6:15 p.m. - Andrew's likely near. Hopefully. We'll see. But Chaya takes several hours to eat, so with baby still perplexed and stuck in the ergo, lay out the table. Release baby into the chair, find the tray. Find the spoons. Realize that the dishwasher is still loaded. Open it up. Realize that the release door never opened and all the dishes have thus only been rinsed and not washed. Curse and start the dishwasher yet again.


6:20 p.m. - Begin dinner. Andrew gets home at some point between lots of egg and several spoonfuls of puree. Repeat rituals of earlier meals, except interrupted by long stares at daddy. Sudden onsets of absolute rapacious appetite in which baby consumed roughly five breakfast and lunch meals combined.


6:45 p.m. - And cleaning baby is a two parent job. She's smeared head to toe in quinoa, sauce, egg, puree, and I don't even want to know. And she does not want to be cleaned. Baby is wielding three paper towels, a dropper of hippy-dippy allergy medicine, and a wet wipe.


6:50 p.m. - Daddy takes Chaya upstairs for bedtime, while I change into pajamas and BREATHE for a minute


6:55 p.m. - Baby's howls signify that somebody's diaper is getting changed. It's probably not Andrew's

7:05 p.m. - Daddy starts to croon out that classic old Lullaby "rose rose rose rose, will I ever see thee wed..." A classic Elizabethan ditty about death and arranged marriage in some mode I can't remember. That means it's time to hang on to one last sleep crutch and nurse the Chaya beast before sleepytimes. Or, really, to sleep.

7:07 p.m. - Chaya begins nursing like a little piggie at the trough. She's making huhuhuhhu noises, kicking the book shelf and thwapping me in the face with a wet paper towel...

7:20 p.m. - She's finally slowing down, but still nursing. I get the paper towel from her hand and throw it across the room towards the trash.

7:35 p.m. - Baby is done and not much protesting as I sing her one last round of Dream a Little Dream. Head down for a little bit of time before an 8:30 bedtime.

8:40 p.m. - actually make it into bed. Wake at 9:30 when husband comes to bed and can't find his t-shirt. Wake at 11 because I maybe heard something. Wake at 11:30 because maybe really I heard something... stay awake until about midnight mulling on nap schedules and baby gates. Wake at 1:30 p.m. to take my pills. Wake at 2:50 a.m. to feed the baby... take a while falling back to sleep...

and 5:10 a.m. - wake in anticipation of husband's alarm!

Let the day begin again!

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