September 19, 2011

Monday:

While last night wasn't the longest Annabelle had been up at night, it was by far the most trying.  I think the cold bug that everyone has had is trying to catch up to me, just I'm convinced I can't allow that.  So Annabelle wakes up, I bring her in our bed, Phillip goes to couch, she rolls around and flops around and plays while I try to sleep.  Her favorite thing to do is sit up and then throw herself backwards.  Not easy to sleep with, especially when her hard head lands right at the top of your cheekbone.  I furiously sit up, swaddle her, and take her to her bed, where I pray she will go back to sleep.  Nope.  Philip comes in to try to help, which doesn't really work.  She will stop crying when he rocks her, but other than that she is screaming wailing.  If I go in and just let her sit on my lap, she will stop.  So I'm stuck in the rocking chair, that squeaks an awful squeak, which I don't know if that's a better noise than her crying.  It's like a poor trade-off.  Finally, she gets to sleep after much crying and sobbing from her and me.

I don't know what her deal is.  She didn't nap either.  After I put her down, and finally get Liam down, I lay down, and then it seems like as soon as I close my eyes, I hear her cry.  I rock her, swaddle her, pat her, binky her, and give up after an hour. 

When Liam woke, we decided to get out of the house to get a cup of coffee.  I put Annabelle in the bike stroller and Liam rides his scooter (until he got tired and joined her in the stroller) and we headed out.  When we get there, we have a snack and I get a cup of coffee and Liam a smoothie and Annabelle some melon.  We came home as soon as the kids started to get restless. 

Phillip said that tomorrow he starts his 2pm-11pm shift tomorrow, so he said he would be able to help out a lot more at night, and hopefully I can sleep in a day or so to catch up on sleep.