Wednesday 20:00 – I finally had a happy sleeping baby.
Wednesday 19:30 – Chris resorted to taking Kai into the bathroom to listen to the fan while he ‘concentrated’.
Wednesday 17:00 – The screaming fest began moments after I hopped out of the shower.
Wednesday 15:30 – Kai and I completed what may be our last run with the jogging stroller for a while.
Wednesday 15:20 – I ran through the tunnel on the bike path with a giant carabiner clutched in my fist, ready to defend myself with my makeshift meathook from the could-be attacker in the tunnel. Wished that I had brought my bear mace, or better yet my cell phone so that I could call for a ride back to my car.
Wednesday 15:15 – I promise to myself that I will never take Kai out running by ourselves ever again.
Wednesday 15:10 – I feel horrible and irresponsible as I make a beeline out of the tunnel on the bike path. There was one creepy-a** dude in there squatting on the ground fidgeting with something.
Wednesday 15:00 – So excited for the opportunity to run outside in shorts and short sleeves in January!
Wednesday 14:35 – Admit that I do not actually need 485 baby pictures.
Wednesday 14:30 – Realize how many baby pictures are on my phone; actually cry about the phone.
Wednesday 14:20 – Decide to pack my phone in silica gel and move on with my day.
Wednesday 14:15 – Retrieve my iPhone from a (cleaned 10 minutes ago at least) toilet; briefly consider crying about it.
Wednesday 12:30 – Pick up ‘refurbished’ ski jacket from the furrier. I had the ruined faux fur Eskimo trim around the hood replaced with Indigo Fox. It looks amazing and for the same expense as buying a new jacket would have been.
Wednesday 10:00 – Discover that I weigh much more than I ever have before in spite of looking better than I have in a few years. Try to convince myself that it is because I was weighed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a sweater. Try to convice myself that I shouldn’t be upset since I was quite happy with how I looked before I had a number to attach to it.
Wednesday 8:30 – Somehow make it out the door in time for my 9:00 post partum doctor visit.
Wednesday 5:15 – Wake up to baby screaming over baby monitor. Just in time for Chris to leave for work.
Wednesday 4:30 – Finally get Kai to sleep and crawl back into bed.
Wednesday 2:00 – Wake up to baby screaming over baby monitor. Feed and change…several times over the next few hours.
Wednesday 0:30 – Crawl back into bed. Can’t sleep. Convinced that CPS will come after me.
Tuesday 23:45 – Kai is sound asleep. Stain treat nearly every cloth surface in the crib. Start laundry.
Tuesday 23:20 – Give up on single handedly cleaning and bandaging cut baby toe. Enlist Chris for help.
Tuesday 23:15 – Return to unswaddled screaming baby to find blood everywhere. Discover that the toenail on her pinkie toe is to blame. It looks like a sharp edge of it caught on something and ripped too short while she was kicking herself unswaddled.
Tuesday 23:10 – Place screaming baby in crib. I need a break. I need to use the bathroom. I want to put on a sweatshirt. I want to eat something.
Tuesday 22:00 – Conference call ends. Begin a more serious baby soothing routine.
Tuesday 21:00 – Dial into conference call, screaming baby in lap. Pray hat she will have brief quiet moments when I need to talk.
Tuesday 20:50 – Change clothes. Clean carpet in nursery. Big areas of carpet. Like two areas the size of hand towels. Start laundry. Take back angry baby.
Tuesday 20:46 – Just steps from the crib, Kai makes a chirping noise. Watch as what appears to be a gallon of spit up completely coats the front and back of my shirt. See two more waves of spit up fly through the air and land on the carpet. [This could not have happened on the wood or tile floors we just passed over?] Yell for Chris and pass now screaming baby off.
Tuesday 20:45 – Thank God for sleeping baby, just in time for my conference call. Carefully make my way to the nursery with Kai to place her in her crib.
Tuesday 19:00 – Start bedtime routine well in advance of my 9pm conference call. Does not go as smoothly as I hoped.