In Which I Had a Special Visitor
Wednesday night I had a special visitor come to my house: Ruby!
You see, her poor parents were sick (of the vomit and diarrhea kind), and looked all kinds of pathetic. Eliza called me at 9:00 to come hold her baby-who-would-not-sleep because she was lacking the energy to get out of bed. I came over and took my little duck (that's what I call her) on a walk, rocked her, and generally tried to put her to sleep. "I shall not sleep," she declared.
That's when I tipped over into Crazyland and offered to take Ruby home for the night.
"I don't know..." Kyle said.
"I don't care!" Ruby didn't think.
"YES. PLEASE." Eliza announced.
So I took home a little bundle of joy!
I've never gotten ready for bed so fast. I handed my duck to Beth and let them play while I threw on my pajamas and brushed my teeth and washed my face, but then baby and I settled in for bed at 11:00. She went down relatively quickly and I fell into an uneasy sleep. I mean, yeah, I've had a baby in my bed before, but that was Camilla and that was 7:00 in the morning, and she never let me sleep for more than an hour before declaring it time to be up. I had Ruby in my bed all night--I didn't want to squish her or anything (not a legitimate fear as I fall asleep and wake up in the exact same position).
Dear, sweet Ruby decided I needed an education in being a mommy, so she woke up at 2:00, then again at 4:00, then again at 6:30. The first two times I fed her. The first time I changed her diaper (it was poopy). Both of those times it took almost an hour to get her to go back to sleep (which I attribute to the fact that I had to warm up a bottle instead of just nurse her quick like a bunny). At 6:30, I figured that by the time I got her back to sleep, I'd have to be up anyway to get ready for work, so I called Eliza and returned her kid. ...Then I came home and slept until 7:40, at which point I figured I'd better get up RIGHT NOW or I would be really late for work.
I'm glad I could help Eliza out, and it was fun playing momma....but the worst part was realizing I still had to get up and go to work. This experience cemented my opinion that I am NEVER EVER EVER going to be a working momma. I only had a baby for one night and I thought I was going to die. How do people do this every day?! Work and babies do not mix!
Eliza informs me that I have been inducted into a special club of people who have tended babies in the night. She also told me this is not a club I wanted to be a part of.
Oh well. I kind of enjoyed it--but not enough to volunteer to do it ever again!
You see, her poor parents were sick (of the vomit and diarrhea kind), and looked all kinds of pathetic. Eliza called me at 9:00 to come hold her baby-who-would-not-sleep because she was lacking the energy to get out of bed. I came over and took my little duck (that's what I call her) on a walk, rocked her, and generally tried to put her to sleep. "I shall not sleep," she declared.
That's when I tipped over into Crazyland and offered to take Ruby home for the night.
"I don't know..." Kyle said.
"I don't care!" Ruby didn't think.
"YES. PLEASE." Eliza announced.
So I took home a little bundle of joy!
I've never gotten ready for bed so fast. I handed my duck to Beth and let them play while I threw on my pajamas and brushed my teeth and washed my face, but then baby and I settled in for bed at 11:00. She went down relatively quickly and I fell into an uneasy sleep. I mean, yeah, I've had a baby in my bed before, but that was Camilla and that was 7:00 in the morning, and she never let me sleep for more than an hour before declaring it time to be up. I had Ruby in my bed all night--I didn't want to squish her or anything (not a legitimate fear as I fall asleep and wake up in the exact same position).
Dear, sweet Ruby decided I needed an education in being a mommy, so she woke up at 2:00, then again at 4:00, then again at 6:30. The first two times I fed her. The first time I changed her diaper (it was poopy). Both of those times it took almost an hour to get her to go back to sleep (which I attribute to the fact that I had to warm up a bottle instead of just nurse her quick like a bunny). At 6:30, I figured that by the time I got her back to sleep, I'd have to be up anyway to get ready for work, so I called Eliza and returned her kid. ...Then I came home and slept until 7:40, at which point I figured I'd better get up RIGHT NOW or I would be really late for work.
I'm glad I could help Eliza out, and it was fun playing momma....but the worst part was realizing I still had to get up and go to work. This experience cemented my opinion that I am NEVER EVER EVER going to be a working momma. I only had a baby for one night and I thought I was going to die. How do people do this every day?! Work and babies do not mix!
Eliza informs me that I have been inducted into a special club of people who have tended babies in the night. She also told me this is not a club I wanted to be a part of.
Oh well. I kind of enjoyed it--but not enough to volunteer to do it ever again!