November 25, 2009
Must Have Been Gas, But It’s All Over Now
So, it turns out that Owen might have had gas. Gas! That is probably why he was fussy and not sleeping and making me think I was slowly losing my mind. Once I began bicycling his legs and giving him an occasional dose of Mylicon drops, he burped and farted and is now eating again. All the time. Like normal. I think we’ve hit the 6-week growth spurt, too.
Right now he is peacefully sleeping in his vibrating chair. I’m not about to move him. I wanted to take a nap myself, but Dawson just got home from school and I must keep one eye open to his needs and make sure he doesn’t wake the baby. It’s exhausting, really it is.
I’m so sleep deprived these days that little things make me ornery and frustrated. This morning I snapped at Dawson because he still hadn’t picked up the toys he played with the night before, after I asked him multiple times.
Then I snapped at Doug for asking me for some paperwork he needed to add Owen to our insurance plan. I was nursing Owen at the time and had to get up and find whatever it is he needed. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t find the stuff himself.
I even yelled at Murphy for barking too loudly and too often. And when the phone rang I nearly lost it right then. So many noises! No wonder Owen doesn’t nap during the day.
Because I’m preoccupied with all things baby and child, I haven’t even had time to contemplate Thanksgiving. Thankfully my wonderful husband, the one I yelled at, has taken over. He’s making baby back ribs and shrimp for Thanksgiving. Because we forgot to thaw the turkey in time. We’ll be having the bird on Saturday. I’m so lucky my husband cooks. I don’t know how I’d manage it with a baby attached to my breast 15 times a day.
We might visit my parents and Doug’s parents sometime during our days off, but with the weather turning colder and rainier, and with Owen recently coming down with the stomach flu I’m thinking it’s wise to stay home until all is well.
I’m really hoping I’ll get some free time to spend with Dawson. After yelling at him this morning I’m feeling guilty and I realize I haven’t been available to him like I once was. I know that taking care of Owen is a legitimate excuse, but I still need to let Dawson know I love him just as much as always.
Mothering two children isn’t as easy as I hoped it would be, but I’m sure it will get better and less complicated as Owen gets older. I can’t imagine how I’d manage if I had more than two kids.
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November 25th, 2009 at 3:36 PM, CJ Says:
Hope you get some sleep soon! I’m glad you figured out what was buggin’ him!
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November 25th, 2009 at 9:40 PM, Headless Mom Says:
Try reading to Dawson when you are nursing. It turns “Owen time” into Dawson time. Or some other activity that you can sit and do-a puzzle? Coloring? A game? It totally helped me.
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