My infant is a mini foreign spy. At the very least, she is an expert in torture tactics. Sleep deprivation is her specialty, and method of choice. I have been attempting to function everyday this week on minimal sleep. She went to sleep easily, and slept well Monday night. Sunday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, she stayed up way pass a reasonable bed time. Last night she went to sleep easily, but was up at 4:30 AM to have her nose suctioned, get a diaper change, and eat. She's breaking me down. My only saving grace, is that I know that eventually, this phase will pass, and I will wish for the times when she was small, stationary, and snugly.
I have been working on figuring out a routine for myself, now that I am back to work. It's interesting getting up and ready in the morning. I have to feed Corrin early enough to have enough time to shower, dress, and get out the door on time. There's also the commute to work. I have realized that I really, really dislike the commute. I leave so much earlier, and get home so much later than I would like. Roughly twelve hours of my day is spent away from my babies because of my commute and work day. I really do not like my commute.
I missed my babies every day, but somehow I managed to make it a full week without crying.
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