Okay, so it’s really only barely Friday, just a bit after midnight. Actually it was pity party Thursday. I’m not sure what’s going on in my head, but I’m struggling. Everything seems so much harder. I’m sure the struggles with Bug, daycare, baths, and sleep add to it. Making sure Littlest is fed at least every 3 hours round the clock. Trying to work two days a week, but I really need to be back to work full time, but I don’t want to work at all, I want to be at home. I desperately need some me time, but that only can happen it seems about 11:30 or later at night. Not much a girl can do at that time, but read. And read I have. I think I’ve read about 5-6 books in the last month. A record for me. I haven’t read that much for years. I used to read at least twice that much. I’m reading anything by Jodi Picoult right now (loaner books accepted). Then that leads to the other thing I need - SLEEP. I can easily say I get about 4-5 hours of sleep on a good night without reading.
The other thing is I don’t feel very good about myself. I would love to curl up in bed (and read) for a day to hide out and forget I have any worries, but that wouldn’t solve anything, and I would desperately miss my silly little Bug-girl. Littlest would just sleep by me. Big Yellow Dog would hang out with me if I did that, he’s a love-therapy dog like that.
Thursday was especially hard. I had an exam at Women’s Clinic and the doctor who did my emergency c-section did the exam today. It just brought up so many memories and of course questions from the doctor. We talked about a bunch of things, which I won’t go into detail because it’s not up for debate, but it was hard hearing some of the stuff. The whole visit I was kinda antsy and unsure. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was a weird experience. I just wanted to cry at the end. I wanted to cry about a bunch of things today, but until right now, I couldn’t.
I went to pick up Bug at daycare and I ended up hanging out for about half an hour. She’s doing fine. I found out she cries for about a minute after Daddy leaves and then she’s fine. Daddy has a harder day than she does. I talked to several of the workers while I was waiting for her to finish her snack. Don’t mess with that girl’s snack. I feel much better about Bug being at daycare. I think the issue was just blown out of proportion a bit.
I also met with the early intervention case worker today for Littlest. They will follow her until she is 3 just to make sure she is on track developmentally and will step in immediately if there is any question of delay or need for therapy (speech, OT, PT, etc). I really don’t think she will have any delays, but I want to be on top of things if she does.
Bug was great at cheering me up today. After a car ride full of songs and nursery rhymes, we played and played. She had me laughing so hard. She would lean over and blow raspberries on the top of my foot. Then she would look up at me and wipe her lips off like it was yucky. I would laugh and laugh, then she would do it all over again. Tuesday when I came home from work, Bug was so excited to see me walk through the door, she was jumping up and down on the couch babbling and giggling. A good thing for sure.
Finally, apparently Bug took four steps by herself. Daddy stopped at Nana’s today on the way to daycare and she did it there. I didn’t know it happened until I read it on the daycare slip - ouch.
So life goes on. I had my good cry and I’ll go read for a bit. Hopefully Friday really won’t be that pitiful. The girls are good (of course they are right now, they are asleep!) and healthy, so what more could I ask for. Don’t answer that!