Last night was absolutely awful. In fact, it seems lately that every night is awful. I still haven't gotten adjusted to daylight savings, and go to bed around 11, sometimes later. Thomas wakes up to eat about that time, so I feed him, then go to bed. Here's how last night went (and most of my nights lately have been going something like this):
10:30 - Thomas wakes up to eat. I feed him, then go to bed. I don't fall asleep right away, as I never do.
Around 11:30-12 - I finally fall asleep.
1:30 - Zaylee wakes up sobbing. I go in to comfort her. As soon as I come in, Thomas wakes up, so I flip on the lamp to find his binky, comfort him and put him back down, and Zaylee crawls back in bed. Tentatively, I leave to go back to bed myself.
1:35 - I realize that my stomach hurts. Nausea is very hard to try to sleep through. But I shut my eyes and try anyway.
1:40 - Thomas is crying. I plug my ears and hope it stops. I still feel sick.
2:00 - After a while of not sleeping because I have my fingers in my ears, I unplug them and realize that both kids are wailing. I wake up Jeff.
2:05 - Jeff soothes Zaylee, I soothe Thomas. They finally seem ready to go down, so we leave and, again tentatively, go back to bed. As soon as I lay down, my stomach hurts again.
Between 2:10 and 3 - I can't sleep. I'm listening for the inevitable cries of wakeful children. I almost hope that I will throw up. If I'm throwing up, I can't be expected to soothe a crying child, can I? Right?
4:30 - Zaylee wakes up, whimpers loudly, then goes back to sleep. I'm stuck wide awake again. Stomach hurts.
6:35 - Jeff's alarm goes off. He turns it off, goes back to sleep, and leaves me awake. Again. My stomach is starting to feel better, but not much.
7:00 - Jeff finally gets up, which wakes me up after I've finally been able to doze off again. He goes about getting ready to go to class, keeping me awake.
7:30 - Jeff leaves for class. I get ready to be able to sleep. Thomas starts crying. Why can't I just get sick and take the day off?
7:35 - I feed Thomas, put him back to bed, and go back to sleep.
Between 8 and 10 - the kids wake, cry, go back to sleep, wake again, play, cry, etc. I drift in and out of consciousness. Finally at a little after 10, I force myself to drag out of bed. It takes two or three tries to do this. We start the day. Ironically, my stomach now feels better.
Another irony: Despite getting up 11 hours after going to bed, and Thomas going 8 hours between feedings, I still feel like I got almost no sleep at all.
This was one of those nights that elicits that dreaded outburst: "I hate being a mom! Can't I just stop?"
4 comments:
Boy do I ever understand! Ask Zaylee to say a prayer. I think that their faith is much more than ours! :) Jenna's prayer worked!!
Good luck!
That sure makes for a long night! I guess I should be grateful that Maddi doesn't wake every night and that, when she does, she is content to just have me tuck her in so that she can go right back to sleep. And I certainly have my days (mostly with her, not Kellen) that I'm tired of the Mommy role and want to be something else for a while!
What a rough night. It always seems like things have to get worse before they get better. So hopefully the better part is right around the corner for you.
Oh sad! I hate waking up so many times at night. And it is only after I start to feel better that I think, if I had taken a tums or Pepto Bismal I could have felt better a lot quicker. Hope tonight goes a little better. And don't worry, I still haven't adjusted to the time change either. Getting all three kids up, dressed, and fed before 8 is a little tricky when I sleep until 7:45. :-)
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