Here are the things I’ve been able to do while being deprived of adequate amounts of sleep:

  • Cook meals.        I’ve only burned the garlic bread that we had with our spaghetti last night. I remembered to turn the stove off for the most part and when I’ve left it on – I just make the excuse that I wanted to warm the house up because it’s so freaking cold.
  • Give the baby a bath.       So far I’ve not forgot the baby was in the tub. Motormouth left our poodle (R.I.P. Rowdy) in the tub for about 3 hours until we started looking for him. The poor puppy was shivering, but never barked. I guess he thought it was normal to stay in the tub after the water was gone. He never got sick from this.
  • Put clothes on.           Today I guess I was numb to the cold air floating around in the house. I got up and put shorts on. Don’t know why and I didn’t even care. Maybe a part of me was trying to use the cold to keep me awake.
  • Homeschool.    I’m pretty sure the kids enjoyed our day of studying. We were real laid back. Instead of being in the school room at our desks, we pulled out the folding table and stayed in the living room. It’s like a birthday party without the cake and ice cream.
  • Pumping some milk.   I wanted to pump some milk today and must have been dozing a bit, because I had pumped about 5 ounces without even realizing it. This will haunt me later for sure when I’m walking around with a wheel barrel hauling my boobs around because they are too full and heavy for my bra.
  • Half way listen to what other people are saying around me. It’s pitiful but today it seems like everybody is talking like that character from Charlie Brown – wonk wonk — something like that. I’ve had to have things repeated to me several times today until everyone is sitting in another room away from me. They are treating me like I have the plague, but I can’t stay focused on what they are saying. I’m one step away from having everyone write down what they want me to know and I’ll add it to the lists I’ve been making (which I don’t know where it is right now). Friday is my 6 week postpartum checkup and I’m going to grocery shop while I’m out and about and I’m gonna need that list.

Earlier I tried to take a nap with the baby, who refuses to sleep when I try to. Like right now she’s sleeping like Rip Van Winkle. If I lay down to snooze, forget it, she’s up and wanting me to hold her. However I tried to pull a fast one on My Sweetie. The baby woke up (after about 10 minutes of sleeping) and My Sweetie came over to pick her up. I raised up out of the bed like I was getting up and I know he thought I was headed to the family room (which is where he started to go), when I quickly sneaked back into bed. It didn’t take a few seconds and he came back and said something snarky, but I was too sleepy to care. All I know is that she was in the bed with me and whining. I’m thinking about hiring a wet nurse for a couple of months days.

My house is a wreck and my body is rebelling. These first weeks with a new baby is truly something to cherish. It’s something I’ll never want to forget, especially when I’m contemplating baby #4. Yeah, I know. By the time we start planning for that baby, these hard times won’t seem so hard. It’s funny how time can trick you like that.