Apparently, Liam decided that sleep was a very, very bad thing last night.? Why?? I honestly don’t know.? I think a little bit of gas was in play, which led to some discomfort.? Which, obviously, leads to screaming bloody murder.? I, for the record, had no issue with sleep.? In fact, I was gleefully anticipating sleep.? I wanted it and needed it.? About 10 last night, I started to fade fast, having a hard time holding my eyes open, etc.? I had to pump at 11 though, so I held on.? So once I could finally (FINALLY) go to bed last night, I hoped for sleep to the fullest.
Not exactly what I got.
Pretty much instantly, the fun and excitement started.? Liam, who had been fast asleep up until then became wide awake.? I wish I knew why.? So I fed him a little, which was fine until I fell asleep while doing it, causing the bottle to fall out of his mouth and soak the both of us.? FUN.? Oh, and him to scream bloody murder probably because sleeping in wet clothes isn’t really anyone’s idea of a good time.? So Kile changed his sleeper, I changed my shirt and so began the night of switching off between the two of us, while we frantically sought brief snatches of sleep in between the screaming.? Some of the time, putting him on his belly on our chests worked.? Sometimes he wanted to be snuggled in the crook of our arms.
All I know, is that 8 am came way too early for my taste.? I feel like night of the living dead here.? My fingers feel heavy, my head hurts, my arm hurts, I can hardly think straight. I would have loved to have slept in some more.? Except Liam decided that the charade was over and he wanted to be up for good.? And we are determined to go to church today, if for no other reason than to get out of the house for a change.? And 8 am is sort of like the point of no return.? If we’re not up by then for church, we may as well forget it.
So here I sit, pumping away and trying to fight the exhaustion.? Should be a great day, no?
