Just a Little update

I find myself often writing this Blog in my head at about 4:44am when I am sitting in the dark, a small sweaty hand on the face as I sit, nurse and rock the Girl back to sleep. I have stopped falling asleep there too because it only delays the process, if I use the muscles in my neck and keep my head up . . . I don't fall asleep, but I think.

It is hard for me to admit that things are hard. Parenting in general of course is hard, but right now . . . I feel like calling things hard is too vague. What is hard is fighting with my stubborn adorable Baby with sleep. I have posted about this before, I worked on getting her to sleep/nap in her crib with me rubbing her back (not on the Breast). It was going good . . . POOF! It is not.

She cries, and screams and pushes to crawl or sit or stand. I hate to let her CIO, but she is doing it bascially with me rubbing her back. I have gotten so frustrated that I have had to walk out of the room and to the backyard, and I can still hear her crying. I get recommendation of books to read, but all of them tell me the advise I already know - and have tried. She just refuses to sleep. Why not just not nap her? I tried that, she crawls around and cries and then starts to bite me - I know it is becaus she is overly tired. What sucks balls is if she sleeps great during the day, for example 1 1/2 hour in the AM and 2-3 in the evening, she has an easy time with bedtime.

After fighting with her this morning for a good 45 minutes, mainly because I made plans to meet a fellow SBMC mom to a walk with the babies on Burlingame Aveune, I walk out of her room with her playing with her pink elephnat to find this:

What the heck is that you ask? Oh, it is a freaking GOPHER that my wonderful Maine Coon cat, Oliver, caught, killed and brought in as a special present for me! It was dead . . . and still warm.
I stood at the baby gate, shocked . . . and began to cry. What else was I suppose to do!! I was frustrated with Reese, I was overly tired and on my newly cleaned kitchen floor was a dead gopher. I picked him up with 4 plastic bags on my hand, wrapped him up and took him outside to the garbage.

Reese during this, cried herslef to sleep. I went in during her crying (after washing my hands) and she was actually sleep crying. She was fully out, and whimpering. It was sad, I felt bad. I would have gone back in earlier if it wasn't for the dead animal in my kitchen (I had to clean the floor too).

We made it to our playdate walk with Michelle & William, late, but we went. It was a nice warm day in Burlingame. After, I took Reese to Palcare to pick up my last odds and ends that had been bagged for me. She had been so cooped up in the stroller and carseat she needed some playtime so I took her to the infant room to explore.

She really enjoyed the small indoor playstructure . . . she looked at herself in the mirrors, and then found this play board hanging on the side. She went right over to it and pushed and pulled the buttons and knobs.

She even had to stand to get a better view!

But of course, she had to share some of her little germs before we left :)

Let's hope that this next week, or month will be better. Maybe her growth spurt is done. Maybe she will begin to suck her thumb again. Maybe she will just be plain ol' tired like her Momma and need a full nights rest.