Last night was one of those nights :(
The baby went to bed at 7:30pm (it was either let him sleep or let him scream in my ear until 9, I chose to let him sleep)
I went to bed at 11 (so tired but couldn't sleep)
The baby woke up at 2am, by then he had slept 6 and a half hours (hooray for him)
Fed the baby, put the baby back to bed, I went back to bed (couldn't fall asleep until 4, maybe I'm an insomniac)
The baby woke up at 5 (I almost cried)
I comforted the baby and went back to bed
the baby went back to sleep until 6
I got up with the baby
The baby stayed awake until I went to work at 8
I came home at 4, the baby was crying. Took him upstairs to comfort him, he threw up on me twice. went to give him a bath, he peed on me on the way to the tub. sat down and fed him, he started fussing, swaddled him, he fussed. Laid him down, he began losing it. rocked him, sang to him, swayed him, whispered to him, he cried and cried. Put him in his swinging chair. Silence. for five minutes. He dirtied his diaper and began crying again. So so tired.
And the funniest part is that I have gone weeks like this and I have not given up, or passed out, or had to check myself into some sort of psychiatric facility for exhaustion. Impressive.
Have I ever been this tired? Dead tired? Sooooooooo soooooooo tired? I mean really tired?
Oh my.
One of those days that makes me realize, that I am so much stronger than I ever realized.
-New "tired" Mommy in Town
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