So my morning started off something like this: 2:00 am Isabella woke up, wanted a bottle and would have nothing else ( we're weaning ) Now I'm all for the weaning here...but a single mom has to have her sleep, and at 2:00 am, I'm just not feeling the willpower. I caved, she bottled, we slept. 5:00 am she awakened bright eyed, bushy tailed, ready for her day. I was not. I finally got her to drift off again...30 minutes later we were both jolted awake to the sound of the phone ringing, oops! my friend forgot about the 6 hour time difference, not sure how coherent I was, but she realized her mistake pretty quickly, so my guess is, not very.
8:00 am, resolved to being awake, we both very grumpily ate our breakfast, staring at each other in disgust, I didn't get any slobbery, good morning kisses this morning.
She cried when I held her, she cried when I fed her, she cried when I changed her, she cried when I laid her down for a nap, she cried when I gave her oragel, she cried while I showered, she cried while I used the bathroom, clawing my legs, making things awkward (yes, she follows me to the bathroom, banging her head on the door repeatedly if I dare to close it) She cried, and she cried and she cried, snot running down her face like a mountain stream, face so read and sweaty her hair stuck to her head like a balding man's comb over. We cried, and we cried and we cried.
Finally, I heard it, the sound of heaven opening it's doors...angels were singing, I could hear harps and little birds chirping...she was sniffling! three times, sharp intake of breath, twice, another sharp intake of breath...sniffling once...and just like that, she was done. She looked at me with tears pooling in those big blue eyes, she grinned and then gave me a hug, clinging to me tightly from her high chair.
We napped then, she only slept for an hour, but hey, I'm not complaining, I at least got a shower. The rest of the day was fitful and fractious, she wasn't hungry, but then she was, she wanted to cuddle and then she wanted me to get away, she refused to nap which resulted in arching of the back, kicking of the legs, screaming, little hands swatting my attempts at comfort away, biting of my flesh and pulling of my hair. But miraculously I lived. I lived through this day. I made it. Praise the good Lord on high...it's over.
And now, after stuffing my face with whatever chocolate I had in the house, I am going to bed early.
Slowly but Surely
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