Friday, May 23, 2008
Instead of nursing her, I grabbed a bottle of water to see if she was thirsty (it only upset her more) and picked her up to walk her around. As neither were what she was looking for, she continued to scream for a good half hour to 45 mins., all the time peeking over her co-sleeper to make sure I was still there, hearing her, feeling bad for her, and each peek her volume got louder.
At one point she got both arms over her co-sleeper railing and almost onto the bed. (Maybe we should lower it before she figures that one out too!)
Big Red's alarm went off around 5 and he snoozed it 3 or 4 times before getting up, which upset her each time she heard it. When he did get up, trying to be a good daddy and comfort his little princess, he picked up her...which, unfortunately, made things worse. As soon as she looked over his shoulder and saw me, the world was ending.
Now, I made up my mind a while ago that once I decided not to nurse her for a time, I wouldn't nurse her. I can be just as stubborn and mommy always has to win. I suppose with such battles, though, no one wins. She doesn't get nursed and I don't get sleep...BUT I also don't get bit.
Eventually she calmed down and slept. She woke up later to nurse, but after exhausting herself, didn't officially wake up until around 10am.
I know, I know...what a mean mommy!
Anyone else have any horror stories on night-time mothering?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
This Sunday one of the little boys of our congregation got completely pumped up during worship. He was dancing like crazy and then started running up and down the isle. Eventually, our pastor's wife, Janet, joined in. How undignified are you willing to get to praise and obey God? This silly?! (This was their last lap, but they had been doing this for minutes!)