juthwara

It has been a very tiring week. The Zantac has helped with the reflux, but not enough and the screaming returned on Wednesday. It was a very loooong headachy day on Thursday until our doctor's appointment in the afternoon when we could get some news meds. She is now on Reglan, which seems to be making things better. There was certainly no reflux-related screaming today and some better naps. We even had some decent breastfeeding sessions today, breastfeeding being one of the first things that goes out the window when the reflux hits. She either refuses outright or does the suck-pull away and scream, accompanied by flailing arms that usually result in nails scratching my nipples until I decide that if she isn't on a nursing strike, I am. So I have hope.

The tiredness is also because after several weeks of doing a reliable six-hour stretch at night, K decided that 4:30 was a great time to get up for her morning meal a couple days in a row. This wouldn't be so much of a problem except that a) business has been so good on Ebay that I've been staying up late working on orders every night and b) I couldn't get her to go back to sleep for more than half an hour at a time after the 4:30 wakeup call. Bunter narrowly avoided becoming cat-fur mittens yesterday morning when, as I was gingerly attempting to transfer K back to her bassinet, I discovered him curled up in it. I had to put her down to toss him out, and the act of picking her up again woke her up just enough that she only catnapped for a while and woke up again quickly. Blargh.

I am feeling very stupid with sleep deprivation at the moment. I'm normally a little slow with finding the right words, which is why writing is a much better milieu for self-expression for me, as I can rarely think of the witty thing to say in time to say it. But I find that now I'm only thinking of what I wanted to write the day after I make the LJ comment that now seems stupid and bizarre to me. And I have so little time to type that I can rarely do a followup to perhaps express myself a bit better. These are the hazards nobody warns you about having an infant, the my-major-intellectual-accomplishment-is-getting-my-shoes-on-the-right-feet sort of days that make you look like you have an IQ of 24.

My wonderful husband is sleeping with the baby in the back room all night tonight so I can get a night of uninterrupted sleep, so I should go to bed now and get started on that. Oh the luxury - I may swoon.