It isn't even 6a.m. It's barely even 5:45a.m. I don't do a.m. As you might be catching on, there's something wrong with this picture. Need a hint? It's a four letter word that I'm starting to think should really be one of those four letter words: baby. Honestly, I'm starting to think she was switched at the hospital. Nevermind all the ID precautions they have, and nevermind that I was with her almost all the time- there is no way a child of mine voluntarily gets up this early. Yet here we are. Here we have been for the past week. She's sitting in her little play saucer (hey, maybe she's an alien! It looks kinda like a spaceship, and she's awfully comfy in it...) laughing and playing with all the toys and whirly-things, and I'm seriously thinking of breaking my "no coffee in the morning" rule. If I was a nice person, I'd be trying to find something quiet for her to do. Instead, I'm yawning and sitting here in a stupor and hoping she'll be louder so the husband wakes up soon so I can pass her off and get some sleep. Or at least that she tires herself back out soon so we can both get some sleep.
How do people do this? Why do they get up at this obscene hour? Outside, I see cars going by, people out jogging, more cars warming up... for the love of all that is holy, WHY? What's so great about it? All I'm seeing is a perfectly good night sky getting grey and dirty looking- the sun's coming up, but it's too early to be anything pretty. Even the bords are smart enough to still be asleep.
In all fairness, the past couple of days haven't been her fault. She's teething, which is making her phlegmy and stuffy, so she's been waking up when the Dimetap wears off. The bad part is that she's had enough sleep by then to be awake for a while, and the Dimetap is non-drowsy. I don't think it actually keeps her awake- it certainly hasn't before bed the past 2 nights, but it doesn't help her back to sleep either. So we have to wait until she plays herself out again, and the Dimetap kicks in enough for her to nurse. (Talk about cranky! You don't want to see this little bug when she can't nurse for having to breathe through her mouth. Let's just say there's a reason she gained half a pound in a month.) Which looks like about now. Thank you dear lord! She's yawning. Now maybe we can get back to sleep.
Mornings can't be healthy. Good night :-)
Posted by Jenn at March 22, 2006 06:35 AMEh, quit whining. I was up at 2:30am on the 21st, and I didn't end up going to sleep until 12:30am on the 22nd.. And I think the cool clear quiet morning air is wonderful.
No I'm not an alien, but I cannot speak for your daughter.
Posted by: Nick at March 22, 2006 09:43 PM