My arm hurts. I think it might be bruised.
I was exhausted yesterday. Went to bed at ten thirty. At midnight, Penny woke to eat. She’s been eating for longer than her typical five to ten minutes lately. I was up for twenty minutes feeding her. I felt like I was going to fall off the rocking chair the whole time, I was so tired.
I went back to sleep and had this dream where Ella was whining at me about something (I can’t escape the whining even when I’m asleep.) Then, I felt a repeated pain in my arm and realized I was not dreaming. Sean was hitting my arm to let me know Ella was crying for me. It was one in the morning. She wanted to try to use the potty. She tried while I fumbled around the house trying to find a diaper that wasn’t in the baby’s room. No luck on either effort. She went back to bed, miraculously in her own room.
At four, I was awoken again by Penny for her second twenty minute feeding of the night. Again, I could barely stay on the rocking chair. Ella woke at six thirty this morning. Not a lot of sleep for me. I’m pretty sure my brain didn’t bother turning on this morning in protest.
I’ve been noticing Penny has been wanting to eat more often and for longer periods of time. I’ve been trying to hold off on the solids because I read this article and she really doesn’t seem that interested in food. But, after last night’s antics, I realized I am not getting enough sleep. I learned, after having terrible sleep issues for the first nine months of Samantha’s life, if I’m not sleeping well, something needs to change. For everyone’s sake.
Penny’s been eating like that for a couple weeks. She’s telling me she’s hungry. So, today she got baby oatmeal for the first time. Hopefully, we’ll all sleep better tonight.
I’m pretty sure some of it when in her mouth, and not just on her bib.