Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Bed, bed everywhere, and not a wink of sleep.

Oliver woke up this morning somewhere around 5 or 6 am with an intense desire to discuss the crown molding around our bedroom wall. He lay in bed with me, nursing contentedly, but letting go every few moments to spill milk on the bed and point at the walls and comment loudly. In about half an hour I was completely awake, yawning like mad, and lying on a milk soaked bed with a very determined interior decorator in the making. I am uncertain if he likes the crown molding, or dislikes it, but it certainly seems to be worthy of much comment.

Why, why has my son found his voice? Is it all the yammering I do at him all day?"Who is a cute baby?" "Would the baby like some food?" "Is Oliver flying?" "Where is sister? Do you see sister?" "Who has stinky feet?"

Maybe he feels the need to comment in the morning because he knows he won't be able to get a word in edgewise for the rest of the day.

Sadly, I could have napped today, but I can't nap. I have never been able to nap. I either have to fall asleep accidentally or wait until bedtime. I believe it comes from my years as an insomniac, I lie in bed, thinking about all the things I could be doing with my time. When I try not to think about it, I lie in bed, telling my self to stop thinking about all the things I could be doing with my time. No naps for me, but I will need an early bedtime tonight.

Scott and Sierra are in town for the week, hanging out with us and being generally warm and cheerful. I am happy to have them here, and Marlena is thrilled. She loves her Dot.

Well, off to work for me, the frog waits for no one.

6 comments:

Woman with a Hatchet said...

I love the Oliver commentaries.

BTW, why am *I* no longer at the top of the list of blogs? Hmmm? You've added in peoples you don't even know. Over ME?

*weeps*

woman at the well said...

Misty, I'm going to advise something that goes totally against the current wisdom, I suspect. Oliver is at a weight where, it seems to me, he might be ready for some sort of simple, filling baby cereal. I know, I know, it goes against the nothing-but-breast-milk-for-six-months current trend, but somehow, you've got to give yourself a break, and the boy may very well be hungry! Karl was a fairly hefty child - 30 pounds at 18 months - and it seemed he was always hungry from birth on. When he was adamently watching us eat dinner at about 3 or 4 months old (and I had a dream he had a full set of teeth - I figured it was my subconscious mind working) I started him on simple baby foods and it worked out just fine. Still nursed him until he was nearly 2 years old (gee, don't tell him we're discussing this in public.) At least consider it.

DA said...

My friend Alicia Caldwell said when her kids teethed at about 4 months she put some ice in one of those little white socks and tied it. It lets the baby suck on something and the cold will ease the pain, without any drugs.

Woman with a Hatchet said...

Da, your option is very good. My own mom recommends Jamaican Rum.

Apparently, rubbing that into your infant's gumline makes them forget allllll about the pain!

(I jest!)

Go with ice cubes in socks. Or frozen washcloths. Or find the volume control. It's gotta be on there somewhere! Don't these new models come with instructions?

Scylla said...

Thanks guys! I really appreciate the advice. I am going to try both cereal and ice filled socks!

Woman with a Hatchet said...

What?! No rum?

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