This week, is it over yet?
Last weekend we spend a couple of days at the beach. We had a great time. Quinn loves the ocean, loves the sand and loves the swimming pool. I booked a “studio” room at a hotel and were pleasantly surprised when they shoved us a key for a 2 bedroom unit. Quinn was a champ even without her normal naps. We hung out with Grandpa & Grandma Lint, and Bubba (the dog). Quinn loves Bubba and the feeling is mutual.
The weather at the beach was insane. Mid-70’s, not a cloud in the sky… If your feet never touched the water, and you were in the sun long enough, for a split second, you might mistake the beach for Hawaii. Hey, I said, for a split-second.
So we returned on Sunday and proceeded with the week which promptly turned to shit. Tuesday I walked across the street to my neighbors to pay forward a good deed and handed over some diapers that Quinn has outgrown. When I was leaving, I was rolling there 1000 pound gate closed when my toe decided to get acquainted with the wheel. My little, ity-bity pinky toe got crushed by the wheel. I tried to pull my toe out from under the wheel, but it was stuck. So I oh-so-carefully rolled the gate back to RELEASE my toe. OUCH!
As if my child isn’t getting difficult enough to carry at nearly 19 pounds, let’s throw a gimp foot into the mix. SWEET! Jake and I were convinced it was broken, but I think I got lucky. For the first two days I couldn’t bend my foot, however today things are much better. Thank god.
Then all of a sudden it was Thursday. And Thursday night was the night. The night we would begin weaning Quinn from our bed, into her crib. This has been a long time coming, and as bedtime approached, my stomach began to turn. I don’t have a stomach for the CIO (cry it out) method, so I knew I had a long night ahead of me. This is something that both Jake and I are ready for, but it still is not easy on me.
So, in the bath she went at 7:30, then PJ’s and playtime until 8 o’clock. I worked on getting her to sleep between 8 – 9. Finally at 9 o’clock she passed out. She then woke up at 10:15, 10:50, 11:50, 1:30, 2:00.It was at the 2 a.m. waking when I realized I had a fever… Aches, chills, VERY sore breast. Mastitis, which is an infection in the breast. I grabbed her and took her to bed. Partially because I was so exhausted due to my sick boob and also, just because it was 2 a.m. and I hadn’t slept yet.
We have not returned to the crib because I’ve continued to get very sick. The awesome side-effect of mastitis is that you feel like you’ve got the flu. This is along with massive breast agony. Anyway, on Saturday I spent 2 hours waiting to be seen at Urgent Care. The doctor saw me for 3 minutes, and told me what I could have told them over the phone — that I’ve mastitis and I need antibiotics.
This is day two of antibiotics and I’m starting to feel better, my toe continues to heal, and my daughter for the most part is napping in her crib.
Wish Quinn luck as she continues to learn what it’s like to sleep in her own bed.
She just might have wheels on her butt. When I sit her down on the hardwood floor, she glides backwards… until she bumps into something.
good luck with the crib sleeping!
I think it is harder on us then them…i sleep with the baby monitor every night. As for hailey she sleeps fine until the pacifer falls out and i have to make the long walk to her room at 2 am and put it back in…fun huh?
Good luck with the crib dilima,I know it’s hard,almost like thier first day of school..looks like u inherited that bad habit from ur mother,lossing her purse at least once a week.lv mom