Well, last night sucked. But today has been good.
I'm not sure if it's the Prevacid poop or the immanent emergence of tooth #4 but last night saw the return of the all night suckathon. Really. I could not get him in the crib at all, after he woke inconsolable a mere hour after going to sleep; after that, he wouldn't sleep without my breast in his mouth. I let him CIO when he decided, despite a horrible sleepless night, that 5:30 was a reasonable time to start rolling over me and babbling and smacking the window. After an hour of crying, we both slept for another hour, and LG was late for school (oops!).
I'm giving it until tomorrow and then I am (a) calling his pediatrician to discuss this phenomenon and perhaps getting a referral to a ped GI and (b) putting one or both of us on probiotics (anyone have experience with this?).
But it's a work day, and I have energy, and I've gotten plenty done. 1000 words on the book; plus another chunk on the conference paper; read and took notes for tomorrow's writing session; come up with a list of places to submit things that have been languishing on the computer for far too long; taken a walk; pumped twice; started a load of laundry and put away the previous two.
Things not accomplished: renewing library books (stupid electronic system kept freezing up), bill paying (tonight!), washing breast pads (I use the utterly expensive and comfy wool variety). I also collected some leaves that I'd like to paint, as I have not managed to practice for my painting class, so perhaps that will happen tomorrow.
Now I've got to cook something quickly and pick up kids. I'm starting to crash...
I'm not sure if it's the Prevacid poop or the immanent emergence of tooth #4 but last night saw the return of the all night suckathon. Really. I could not get him in the crib at all, after he woke inconsolable a mere hour after going to sleep; after that, he wouldn't sleep without my breast in his mouth. I let him CIO when he decided, despite a horrible sleepless night, that 5:30 was a reasonable time to start rolling over me and babbling and smacking the window. After an hour of crying, we both slept for another hour, and LG was late for school (oops!).
I'm giving it until tomorrow and then I am (a) calling his pediatrician to discuss this phenomenon and perhaps getting a referral to a ped GI and (b) putting one or both of us on probiotics (anyone have experience with this?).
But it's a work day, and I have energy, and I've gotten plenty done. 1000 words on the book; plus another chunk on the conference paper; read and took notes for tomorrow's writing session; come up with a list of places to submit things that have been languishing on the computer for far too long; taken a walk; pumped twice; started a load of laundry and put away the previous two.
Things not accomplished: renewing library books (stupid electronic system kept freezing up), bill paying (tonight!), washing breast pads (I use the utterly expensive and comfy wool variety). I also collected some leaves that I'd like to paint, as I have not managed to practice for my painting class, so perhaps that will happen tomorrow.
Now I've got to cook something quickly and pick up kids. I'm starting to crash...
