I’m still here, really I am! I didn’t mean to go almost a whole week with out posting.
Where does all the time go?
Between feeding Wade, changing Wade, feeding him again and sleeping whenever I can the days get away from me.
Even though I’m up half the night.
Then there’s David who needs attention once in a while. And the endless pile of laundry.
It has been nice to have Dave home more now that he’s self-employed again. He keeps David entertained when he can, and usually gets up with the boys in the morning so I can sleep a couple more hours. I’d be a walking zombie if it weren’t for that extra sleep each day.
Wade doesn’t seem to understand that Mommie doesn’t like working third shift.
During the day Wade sleeps for three hour stretches, wakes up to eat three or four ounces of formula , then goes back to sleep. At night he’s up every two hours and just snacks on a couple ounces here and there.
All the advice I got about straightening out his days and nights was the same. During the day put him in a bright room, and make lots of noise. So I kept Wade in the bassinet in the living room, and with David around the noise was no problem. He snoozed through it all, very peacefully.
In fact, all that seemed to result in was Wade only sleeping well if it was bright and noisy. I considered installing a TV in his bedroom, a flat screen on the wall right above the crib. SpongeBob seems to sooth him.
Instead I chucked the advice and started letting him sleep in his crib, in his room, all the time, in relative silence. The last couple nights he’s done better.
If it would quit storming I might actually get some sleep too. We had storms blow through two nights in a row. There aren’t any tornado sirens where we live out in the middle of nowhere, so we have one of those weather radios that sounds an alarm when there’s severe weather in the area. It went off five times Thursday night. Every time just as I was falling back to sleep.
I had a hard time weighing my desire to live against my desire to smash that weather radio.
Of course neither the storms nor the alarm bothered Wade, and he had his first good night.
Let’s see, in other news…
I’m working on losing the baby weight.
From Wade.
Once that’s gone I’ll work on the baby weight that’s still leftover from David.
Dave mowed a path through the field behind the house so I can walk for exercise. There aren’t any sidewalks out here, and I’m terrified to walk down our road because half-ton pick-up trucks fly by going 80 miles an hour.
Life is not slower in the country.
I took the dogs out back with me thinking they’d love it. By the time I was finished they were both lying on the porch waiting for me.
Lazy canines.
I’m still on the Sling and Swaddle Journy and twittering about it as @mom_25. We’re having a hard time though because Wade doesn’t care much for the sling or the Miracle blanket.
Twitter is proving to be great entertainment while I’m feeding Wade or holding him and praying that he goes back to sleep. You can find me on there as @mommiedaze also. It’s a lot easier to type 140 characters with one hand than it is to blog.
The one question I have is why are the rest of you people awake and on Twitter at 3 a.m. when you don’t have a baby keeping you up?
I really wonder what moms did before Twitter and blogging? This is why no one is watching soaps any more.
You can become a fan of Mommie Daze on Facebook now too. Why? Because all the cool kids are doing it, and I am nothing if not one of the cool kids.
O.K. I was never one of the cool kids, but be my fan anyway.
There will now be a brief pause as I get out my soapbox and climb up on it…
(Can you even buy soap in a box big enough to hold an adult these days?)
Finally, I have to mention Iran just for a minute. Yes, I’m not totally out of the loop. I do see the news once in a while.
It’s amazing to watch all that unfold, and hear the talk of revolution. It’s inspiring and makes me think this is how we should feel about democracy and freedom and choice. If only we were half that passionate in this country. I’m not talking about taking to the streets and rioting, but if we took a little more action when we were dissatisfied, well, maybe we could change some things too.
I’m just sayin’…
