Ahhhh, Sleep.

So, why haven't I been around?



I didn't want to jinx Lily's sleep.



Yup. It's true. She's actually been sleeping and I was afraid as soon as I said anything about it that she would develop vampire powers and stay up all night and suck all the milk out of me [cuz that's what baby vampires do if you didn't know]
So how did this blessed miracle occur? I'd love to tell you that It was all through the power of prayer and I just sat in my rocking chair one afternoon praying over her room and POOF magic baby sleeping powers...but no. It took work.

When she cried, I didn't bring her in my room. I wanted to, I thought it would be easier with me laying down and all that jazz, but I didn't. I got up, went in her room, rocked, sang, and only nursed her as a last resort. For the first few nights I did this up to six times a night. [Kill. Me. Now.] But for the past...almost week...here's been the routine

8:00- In bed [awake if possible, no more nursing to sleep]
1-2:30ish- Lily wakes up and I rock or nurse her
6-6:30 Lily wakes up and comes to our room to nurse/nap with mama and dada.

Cringe if you must, but this is a HUGE change in what was going on.
Also adding to the "Thank you, Jesus for rest" list would be my husband.
This week we had a sort of "staycation". He quit his dead end job on the 15th and has been home all week. [As we speak he's on "audition" number two at the perfect job for him/us, KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED!!!!] He's taken Lily to the pet store to let me get a nap, helped me cook when I feel like I'm gonna puke my brains out, helped me clean and do laundry, rubbed my back while I was bent over the toilet...it's been unreal.

Side note- My daughter is a freak. The first time I barfed she came to the toilet, laughed, and started hitting me in the head with the toilet lid. After a few times she knew that dada comes and rubs my back, so she started to pat my head and back when he's there. When Eamon was at work and I started to spill my guts, Lily stood in the doorway, one foot in, one foot out, looking up and down the hall saying "DADA!!!" checked back on me "DAAA-EEE" It was like she was saying "Uhhh, hey man, mom's doin that thing again, can you please get in here...I'm not certified for this" I wanted to laugh...but, you know.

I know some of you totally understand what it's like to have your husband gone 14 hours a day, or who have husbands that are working out of town most of the time, but I tell you what- women who don't, DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YO MAN! This new job could allow Eamon to be home for supper every night, to be here for bath and story time and still have time to do his school work at night. It seems too good to be true, but we're praying that it's not.

Well, Here's some pics of what we've been up to this week

On Eamon's last day he had me come take pictures of a few rolls that he loves to make. This is the caterpillar roll :] It was good. [YUP!!! Preggo eats a rainbow roll or 345089. Don't hate.]

We had a shrimp boil on Tuesday, DELISH!!!! That's how R-P-T we are.

While we were taking belly pics, Lily jumped in. She was like, HELLLLLOOOOO?!?! I'M the star, duh...

Ya, we're not related or anything...

Oh, so I know I was already...ahem, fluffy..before, but here's my gut baby :] Happy nine weeks to me!

Hope you have a great week everyone!
Mae

HELP!!!

I am at my wits end.

Lily will not. stop. nursing.
[Now before I go on, you listen here.
All of you "breastfeed til your kid is five" advocates can take your opinions and hush right now. And all of you "how could you put your boob in your kid's mouth in the first place?" jerks can take a hike. This is NOT the place or time to preach at me.]
If I am laying down [or sometimes just SITTING!] Lily feels as if it is her constitutional and God given right to be nursing right then and there. If not, begin the "I HATE YOU MAMA" screaming and hitting and scratching.

"So just nurse her" as my husband says. That leaves me nursing Lily as much as a newborn. I'm seriously crying because I'm so sick of it. I don't want to be mad at her and I don't want to be upset that I'm having to nurse her. My goal was 18 months but I feel as if I'm going to be a mindless mess of hair and fat in five more months if this keeps up. I haven't slept for more than 4 consecutive hours in at least two weeks. Combine that with holding back [or not] vomit everyday, trying to figure out where the poop smell is coming from in my house [it's just LINGERING!!!!] and worrying [which I should NOT be doing] about whether or not we're going to be able to pay rent next month [this is Eamon's last week of work] and you've got a pretty useless mama.
AS WE SPEAK: Lily is trying to rip off my dress to nurse even though she "nursed" less than twenty minutes ago, and twenty minutes before that...
So, what do I do? Do I try and wean her and deal with the days of her screaming at me without actually being secure in my decision? Do I "stick it out bc it should only last a few more days"? Do I run away to Mexico and poop this baby out and come back with an awesome tan?


What to do, what to do...
Mae

NO! SLEEP! TIL BROOKLYN! [style pizza]

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Guess who went to bed at 11 last night in hopes of a long, luxurious sleep?
Me!!!

But wait...who only got four hours of sleep [which is probably the most she's had all week!] las night?
MEE!!!

I don't know how many of you follow me on Twitter and Facebook, but I have said before that Lily wakes up from a dead sleep anytime we have pizza, it's kinda scary actually. She loves it. 90% of the time it's homemade so I don't mind but last night we ordered Domino's.

Let's back up a little bit further.
We have NO groceries in our house. None. Nada. Last night I improv'd dinner and it wasn't good. Or filling. For me anyway.
I did have some chicken that we needed to finish off, a can of crushed tomatoes and some onions and some cous cous. So I made "soup" out of the tomatoes, water, salt, onions and garlic, and a little milk. It was gross. I served it over cous cous and ate two bowls because I was so hungry. Lily ate two wings and a leg of the chicken. I was so excited. The more protein she eats, the harder she sleeps. I ate supper with her even though I usually eat when Eamon comes home because I was so hungry and planning on going to bed early.

I got her to sleep, NO problem. Cleaned up the house, blogged, relaxed, was ready for Eamon to come home and go to sleep. But at 930 [when Eamon gets off of work] I got so hungry I almost puked. He usually gets out at about 935 so I called him at 940 to ask him to pick me up some more food. No answer. At 942 he walked in the door.
WWWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!!
Usually, I'd be thrilled that he was home twenty minutes early. But my stomach was eating itself and I was trying not to show him I was pissed. He didn't feel good so he headed home early. I really didn't want to be the horrible wife that slapped her sick husband for not feeding her.

I panicked! No food, pregnant woman, hormones, sick husband...WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?!?!
I went to the Domino's website. Ordered a LARGE mushroom Brooklyn style pizza. And waited as though I might die if the delivery guy didn't show up in the next ten seconds. I watched the computer screen INTENTLY watching the progress bar as it went from "taking your order" to "prep" to "bake" to "quality check" to "delivery."
Juan finally arrived with our..ahem, MY pizza. I sat down, opened the box, inhaled the chemical concoction smell that filled the air, and heard Lily wake up. I SWEAR, this kid KNOWS when there is pizza in the house. I had a theory that she just heard the oven timer go off and that she just knew THAT meant pizza. Nope. She got out of bed, walked down the hallway and waited to see if I indeed had pizza. I finally came out of the corner I was hiding in and she waddled over sticking her hands out waiting for her slice. I gave her a piece of crust and let her sit with us while we watched The Office. Eamon ate one slice and Lily ate one bite of one of my slices. I ate the rest. Every last bite.

Then it hit me [no, not that I was poisening my unborn child] Lily was up. LILY WAS UP! I'm supposed to be going to sleep and LILY IS UP!!!!!!

So, eight times last night I put Lily back in bed. Rocked her, tried not to nurse her too much, rubbed her tummy, sang...whatever it took.
At FOUR THIRTY she gave up the fight. Untill about 630. She then took her baby doll, and blanket and came into our room, for the eighth time. And I gave up. Whatever kid.

SOMEHOW she is alive and perky this morning and I look like a zombie.

So, all of that was to just give you some back story to my question,
Anyone have some crack cocain?

Mae