Better?

When you call up your sister to wish her a happy birthday and she uses her phone call as an opportunity to talk about how worried she is about you… I guess that means it’s time to update everyone and let them know that things are getting better.

Am I a paragon of relaxation and sufficient sleep? Hellllls no. Am I less likely to cause an accident and be prosecuted for drowsy driving? You betcha.

Lilian is still getting up a few times a night to feed. I am still the person getting up with her. She goes to bed a little earlier now, but that just means 9:30pm instead of 10pm. I am still getting up at 5:30am to go to work. I am definitely not getting enough sleep. But, she’s sleeping a little bit better and Kristian has been finding ways to help me sleep in on weekends. I still daydream about napping, but I am no longer a complete and utter zombie.

I am still stubbornly sticking with exclusive boob juice (if we can call it soy-milk, I can call it boob juice). But that’s just because switching to formula at daycare wasn’t going to solve the underlying issue, which is that Lilian is not a fan of bottles. There is one woman at daycare who can give her a bottle. When Ms. O takes her lunch break? Whoever is covering for her has to try and distract Lilian, because she refuses to eat until Ms. O comes back. She sortof takes a bottle from my parents. She doesn’t really take bottles from Kristian.

We had a  bit of a breakthrough yesterday. If you call “Lilian finished her last bottle at 3pm and then screamed her head off until I showed up until 6pm” a breakthrough. Which I do, because it meant that she drank everything that I sent with her. Before yesterday, I’d been taking home a whole lot of bottles with more than a little bit of boob juice left  in them. Of course, yesterday would be the one where I decided to take advantage of daycare being open until 6pm. I could have picked up LJ earlier, but I opted for a long run and an uninterrupted hot shower instead.

(Mother of the year, there).

Our doctor tells me that Lilian is most likely in a sleep regression that hits all babies her age, and that it should be over soon. That, coupled with the fact that Lilian just might eat everything I send with her to daycare, gives me hope that there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. And that the light is not a trashcan fire started by an angry hobo.

So, I think I’m doing better.