Brazenmom

Some days it’s just not worth chewing through the restraints, you know? My princess is teething – of course, she’s been teething for weeks but those little buggers have yet to make their appearance – so her sleeping routine is all topsy-turvy. Once upon a time, my baby slept through the night and had nice, long midday naps. Now those days seem like a distant dream. Sigh.

Last night was particularly bad. Angelique woke up three times, refusing to return to sleep unless she was on the boob. Too bad I’m the only one in the house with any. By wake up call number three, I didn’t even try to fight her. I just stumbled into her room, managed to sit on the chair instead of collapsing onto the floor, latched her, and tried not to fall asleep before she does. Fun times.

Mid-morning, I put her down to nap, thought about the list of things I needed to do, then shut my own bedroom door and stretched out across the bed. After a nap that was depressingly brief, I got the princess out of her cot, changed her, and headed out to do some grocery shopping. As I was strapping Angelique into her car seat for the return trip, she started wailing and didn’t stop until we’d arrived home and I began undoing the straps.

And just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, I tried to give Angelique her lunchtime feed before naptime. Do you have any idea how difficult it is trying to get a screaming, writhing baby to latch onto your boob? It’s impossible. I rubbed teething powder on her gums, gave her a cool teething ring, gave her a small dose of Panado, rocked her, took her for a walk around the flat, sang to her, and seriously considered phoning someone, anyone for advice. Except I wouldn’t have been able to hear anything with Angelique crying in the background, so I kept rocking, singing, walking and praying.

An hour later, she was exhausted enough to pass out on my shoulder. I put her in her cot as gently as I could, tiptoed out of the room, and had some richly-deserved chocolate. After a quick lunch, I was on my way back to my bedroom for a nap when I heard whimpering from the monitor. The princess was ready for another round.

To end off the day, while I was running the bath water, Angelique was lying naked on her changing mat on her bedroom floor. She decided this was the best time to produce an enormous poop and decided it might be fun to roll around in it. (Any suggestions for getting poop out of a carpet?) At least Hubby was home by them and could help me deal with it.

But she’s asleep now, and I’m humming along to Annie. “The sun’ll come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there’ll be sun …”