Well, my first attempt at blogging post baby is FINALLY coming to a reality.
Oy vey.
At this moment, knock on wood, BOTH (yes, BOTH) girls are being quiet, peaceful, and quite possibly sleeping. GASP!
And as I typed that the newborn just stirred. Dangit.
Well so far I've had the sad, horrible, reality of sleep deprivation smacked back in my face like a runaway train. It sucks, just to let you know.
As a matter of fact, I slept in the guest/baby room last night with the baby in my arms all friggin night. Because, golly forbid, she sleep in the swing, or bouncer, or even in her bassinet. By. Her. Self.
To make matters worse, she has GERD (GastroEsophogeal Reflux Disorder) just like her big sister did, except worse. It's a real bitch.
And while I'm thinking about it, Fisher Price really needs to look into extending the timed noise maker on their swings. 15 minutes just doesn't cut it guys. If you could make it 15 hours, now, I'd buy stock in your company. But until then I'm investing in a time machine. And unicorn pixie dust.
For those that follow me on Twitter (and if you don't you TOTALLY should, I'm just saying...) noticed my MIL was in town to assist with my now chaotic lifestyle. Kudos for her in helping out, but I think both parties will agree 3 weeks is a bit too much for anyone. And the fact she confessed she likes Yanni. Yes, YANNI. I contemplated disowning her on the spot, but she was holding my child.
Aaaannnnnnddddd the baby isn't staying asleep/quiet/content.
Crap.
Guess I'm cutting this entry short. Very short.
I promise I'll get the hang of this soon and be a bit more regular about writing!!!
Toodles Shnoodles.
