Yesterday I was actually feeling pretty energetic, even a little euphoric, but I knew things could change quickly once I’d had a few sleepless nights. My wisdom-born-of-experience proved right: Hazel’s got night and day switched. I predicted that, since she was always at her most active when I was online late at night or was trying to sleep. Still, I didn’t quite expect her to stay awake wanting to nurse all night last night. First thing this morning I sent Dean out to buy her a pacifier — I know it might mess with her learning to nurse, but she’s already pretty good at nursing, and I was tired of being a human pacifier.
This morning I did get two or three good hours of sleep in, followed by breakfast and a shower (which is as much as any new mom can hope for on a good day.) Then Hazel and Dean took a long afternoon nap and I couldn’t decide what to do with myself — send out birth announcement emails to those who aren’t on Facebook/don’t read my blog? Clean the kitchen? Sew? Do some laundry? Finish unpacking stuff from the hospital? Finish writing about Hazel’s birth in my journal? Run a load of laundry? Give Hazel her first bath at home and play dress-up with her? Or any number of a hundred other little things? So I spent some time reading others’ blogs (and stumbled across a post where someone misses having babies and wishes they could revisit one day with one of their newborn babies — not a good post for me to read when I already feel like time is slipping away (and I’m probably about to hit the baby blues,) and then I forced myself to lie down and get a little nap, and then I woke Dean up (because he told me he needs to finish a grant proposal by Monday that’s not very far along) and then I fed Hazel and now I think Dean’s taking Rose and Henry on a walk, for some reason, and Mabel’s watching Hazel suck on her pacifier, and, um, huh, what? Sorry, I think I just fell asleep. And now I’m going to go sew! clean! unpack! email! sleeeeeeeeeep . . .
Actually Mabel says Hazel won’t keep her binky in her mouth and she thinks Hazel wants to nurse. So, okay. Bye.
(Watch this space for lots more scintillating posts like this one over the next days. And nights.)