| 4/5/2005 | |
| Not To Work, or, A Shoulder To Cold Cry On | |
| I woke up this morning and felt like I was still asleep. I took a shower and still felt like I was asleep. I lounged naked on the couch for a few debating whether to go to work. I finally concluded that I should not. Hannah decided that this gave her carte blanche to run off to the shops. Hannah fed Julie well and took off leaving miserable me to fend for myself. Happily the baby slept pretty much the whole time Hannah was gone. When she awoke I gave her a bath. She generally likes her baths. I did learn two things though: she does not like a wet face and she does not like cold water. I washed her face and used a bit too much soap. I turned on the faucet and was going to use the spray thingy to remove the soap but the spray thingy dropped ice-cold (OK, room temp) water on her tummy. You can guess what this triggered. I rewashed the affected area to alleviate her symptom but she did not calm down. Her face was still all wet so I wrung out the cloth really well and wiped that off. This calmed her almost instantly. She's so good. Anyway, all clean I got her dressed and ready to go. I should have known that this whole operation would trigger the feeding drive. Hannah wasn't back yet so I prepped a bottle. I was feeding it to her just as Hannah returned. Julie got to the bottom of the bottle and wanted more. Hannah fed her and she wanted more. I bobbed her and she wanted more. I bobbed her and she wanted more. I bobbed her and she wanted more. No matter how long I bobbed and how long Hannah fed she just would not relax. I think that her sinuses were driving her nuts. She was pawing at her nose and just plain miserable. I vaccu-sucked her nose and Hannah gave her nose drops (in the reverse order). Finally, about six hours later she went down for her afternoon nap. Unfortunately it was evening. Hannah gave what would normally be my feeding since I had already given her a bottle earlier (only one non-breast feeding per day). The breast feedings were not going too well. Julie would latch a bit, the pull off (painfully). This pattern repeated, and repeated, and repeated. Our frustration levels were rising. After the feeding she again did not want to go down. I bobbed her for some time, but she was showing all of the signs of hunger. Hannah was certain that she couldn't be hungry while I was convinced she was. This resulted in a tif between us; it was not one of our brightest moments. Anyway I bobbed her forever and put her in her room. As usual this was not good enough. Hannah took her for a while and could not get her to go down either. She had not slept and was obviously tired but she had no interest in sleeping. Of course this kind of thing happens when we're both sick and are, therefore, exhausted and are not well equipped to deal with the situation. I finally took her and just held her and held her until I was dozing off. She finally went down in her room. It would appear that she was just hell-bent on being held. My back hurts. |
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