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Sunday, February 3, 2008

Blood, poop, and no sleep...the fun side of being a mom (and dad)

This whole week has been a test of wills.   We still cannot get our 18 month old to sleep through the night.  Ever since the night we finally took that pacifier away (only took 3 attempts at taking it away for us (i.e. me) to stick with it) the girl just cannot sleep an entire night.  She gets up at least once, but normally like 3 or 4 times a night, just crying.  We try to let her go to let her get herself back to sleep, but after about 10 minutes, we just want to sleep ourselves, so one of us caves and goes to rock her back to sleep.  I'm not sure when we will ever sleep an entire night again!   And tonight is a little worse than normal because she got a bad cut on her finger.  I was not home at the time, but my husband said it just wouldn't stop bleeding.  And have you ever tried to keep a band aid on the finger of a 1 1/2 year old?  It's not an easy task.  Add to that the fact that the girl thinks everything is for eating, and you have a pretty messy situation on your hands.  So I spent my Sunday evening getting blood stains out of clothes, carpet, and walls.  What fun!  (For those of you who know me, you know that I'm actually serious).

I feel bad for the baby.  Before the finger "incident", she spent 2 days trying to poop.  Turns out, her digestive system needs a bit more fiber than the normal kid.  We forget sometimes because our 4-year-old's system is just fine.  He can pretty much eat anything in moderation and still be fine.  But that baby has the toughest time.  And because we forget, sometimes she gets things like bananas, which wreak havoc on her.  It's painful to watch her for 2 days trying to go.  And then she gets bad gas at night (on top of her normal sleeping problems) which wake her out of a dead sleep.  Good thing they make gas drops for that!  

I suppose these are the things we will look back on someday with a smile and remember as funny.  We still laugh when we remember the time my husband gave our son a full 8-oz sippy cup of straight apple juice.  Now, he knows what that would do to his system, so I am still perplexed at why he thought a 1 year old could handle that, but I digress.  There are no words to describe the picture we saw when we opened his door after his nap.  It was like a huge chocolate syrup bottle just exploded in his crib.  Only, of course, it wasn't chocolate.  It was the real deal.  And we hesitated for a moment trying to decide what to do first.  We finally got the baby and the room cleaned up after a few hours and many curse words.  We were certainly not laughing at the time (well maybe a little), but we definitely look back and laugh about it now.  At least we learned a valuable lesson that day.

Life is funny.  I always think of us like we're in a sitcom.  When things like that happen, I hear the laugh track in my head.  And I know exactly when the commercials would be, too.  Does anyone else do that?  Maybe I'm just weird...well, I'm definitely weird, but maybe I'm the only one who does this.  

Anyway, it's off to bed for me.  I need to get a few minutes of shut eye before the baby wakes us up.