Well it's 8:30 and I'm still alive, I think. Since we brought her home, Ariana has been pretty routine with her colicy/restful nights. I pretty much know that if she was fussy the one night, she'll be good the next and visa versa.
Well last night she decided to change all that. She was cranky and fussy the night before so I settled down around 10 thinking I would get up at the usual 3hr intervals to feed and change and then get a nice two hours sleep in between.
She fed, fussed and slept. Then she woke up at 12ish. After three hours of eating, crying, screaming, trying to catch her breath from screaming, finding that breath and screaming some more, pooping a diapar full due to stress, she finally settled down. Then it was time for her next feeding. A very tired and frustrated mom and dad fed and changed her....again...then she fell fast asleep. I managed to sleep till 6 then again till 8.
Besides the difficult night screaming sessions, parenthood is wonderful. As hard and tiring as it is, all Ariana has to do is start making her Elvis lip or doctor evil face while she's sleeping and mommy melts. She has also developed the cutest yawn in the world. (eyebrows raised and head thrown back with both little fists stretched out.)
I took her to her first church service yesterday. We are doing landscaping at the front of our church so I was forced to go in the side door. This door happens to open right at the front of the sanctuary. It took me twenty minutes to make it from the front all the way around to the kitchen. It was nice to show her off though. I had my first service in the mothers room hanging out and baby talking with two new dads.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
You're a proud mama!
Post a Comment