It Keeps Me Going

Last night was INSANE.  Between both girls, I ended up waking at least once every hour to attend to one or the other of them.

I'm guessing this is just a preemptive warm-up to having two kids sick at the same time.

At least there was no vomit.

Anyway, Bean's coughing was ridiculous and kept waking her up, which in turn frustrated her to no end, which in turn made her scream.  Literally.

Instead of jumping out of bed like my pants were on fire, I figured that if I pulled her in between us, she'd be easier to calm down and the screaming?  It would stop.

Fortunately, I was right.

She calmed right down and settled onto the pillow in the middle of the bed. Then she rolled towards Shaun, patted him on the back and said,

"He's my best Daddy."

And then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Heck, for that kind of sweetness, I'll let her put her limbs in my ribs snuggle between us anytime she wants.

She Says It Better

And I don't have the energy.

Been reading Her Bad Mother since a bit after C was born.  She has a son about 3 weeks after I had C.  I was instantly drawn in by her post on the difficulties of nursing when I had just barely dragged myself through the same experience.  A lot of her latest post could have easily been about my life. 

Anyway, read to get a sense on what life's been like for me lately but also to witness the work of a woman who can seriously capture a feeling with some amazing wordsmithing.