August 26, 2011

Friday:

Nap time was nothing short of parental torture for me. I think it started with Annabelle having a 45 minute nap in the morning around 11:00. So, I thought, I'd just put them down together a little later and hopefully, both nap together. I put Annabelle down around 1:30, which meant after her bottle it was around 2:00. Keep in mind, her crib is still in our room. Liam goes down in his bed, and I lay down in mine to rest. I hear Annabelle cry and it's 2:30. Not cool. So I try to put her back down, and she screams and yells. I finally get her to calm down, let her droopy eyes close shut, and her binky began to drop out of her mouth, Liam comes in, having only napped half an hour was very whiny and cranky and immediately, Annabelle is up again. I get Liam settled in my bed, and tell him if he is in here, he has to be quiet and still so I can get Annabelle back to sleep. He lays there, still and quiet.

Each time I lay Annabelle back down, she cries. So I take her to her room and rock her. There were probably a thousand moments that I thought she was on the brink of sleeping, and then shattering my hopes, would pop her eyes open wide and look around, make noise, etc. All I wanted was sleep. It was one of those moments where you would really pay someone to come over and just hold your baby so you could sleep. To the point of tears almost (which I've been at before.) After an hour in the rocking chair, I gave up. I went in to the bedroom to check on Liam and he laid there, with his eyes wide open. So we got up. I called Bonny, a mom friend who has two little ones and asked if she wanted to go out for coffee as I needed to get out of the house. She had rough morning too, so we decided to meet up at her house instead. I don't see how single moms do it. They must have a lot of mom friends.