I have bad knees. That’s a fact. But my finger? Well, all three gave out yesterday and had to be stuck with white stickies of koyok. I can just about hobble now but stairs still pain me and my ring finger still refuses to take any weight on it.
Last night I managed to watch Lost while carrying Jack in a sling. I remembered a Mom writing about it and decided to try it for myself. Gosh! It worked! He slept like a baby (excuse the pun). Of course I paid for it later when he refused to be stirred to be fed.
I gave up at 1230am although he did seem to feed a bit. He woke again at 2.30am and drank a little. Another feeding at 430am, and then I made a dreadful mistake. My achy finger and knees decided for me. I left him beside me to sleep.
From then till noon, he dozed and woke, cried. Fed a little (2-5 minutes!) and dozed again. Just when I started dreaming (and strange dreams they were - product of a strange machine - okay corny joke, back to topic), he’d cry and I got up to see what was wrong.
Two diaper changes, multiple feeds, and numerous attempted burpings later, he still fussed. Around 1230pm, I staggered out of bed during a moment of quiet after Diaper Change 2, turned on Mozart, and he stayed quiet, gurgling to himself while he stared at something on the wall.
Weary as hell, I washed up, fed the kids who had just about broken the door down in hunger, did the laundry, and sat him in a stroller so I could use the computer. Mom came to the rescue soon after. A nap sounds good right about now.
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