3 hours of sleep I got last night.
2 interrupted naps I have attempted to take.
17 times I have nursed my child in a 24-hour period.
842 times I cursed myself last night for 'training' my six-week-old to need to nurse to put himself back to sleep.
1 tearful phone call to my mother.
9,768 minutes (approximately) the said six-week-old spent screaming his head off today as I tried to teach him to love his binky. I know the math doesn't work out, but trust me, that's how long it was.
0 things on my to-do list I got done today.
37 times I reminded myself this is all going to be worth it if I don't have to nurse every hour.
6 times I wished I had something to blog about besides my new-mommy woes.
1 resolution to blog anyway.
4 times Matt saved my life today by rescuing me from my red-faced screamer - and telling me I'm still a good mom.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Numerology
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Doesn't "numerology" have some significance in the story of you and Matt? I think I remember a cute little connection there...
3 times have i been through this. call me if you've had it and want some company to come over-or a babysitter.
on the topic of your to-do list I have this piece of advice. Don't ever put anything on your to-do list and you will never disappoint yourself.
I believe it's official.
You've caught the blogging bug. :)
And I was one of the ones that sent it to your house so that it would bite you. I couldn't be happier.
2,653 times...number of times the Mathiases wished today that they had a baby to look at during Sunday School...to get out of feeling obligated to look stuff up!
Peace out,
Alicia
Hang in there Brittany, it is only a stage, it shouldn't be too long until you get a few hours of consecutive sleep. It's hard to believe when you are in the middle of it, but I promise you'll sleep again someday.
Brittany, you won't believe it but you'll forget most of this. As time has gone by, Seth when he was that age has gotten to be a great little sleeper. I think your brain deals with the stress by changing the memories. Clever. Hard to believe right now, but true.
Ship 'im off to Detroit and we'll take care of him for a while! That sounds creepy, but I just meant babysitting.
Hang in there, mommy.
I love that you are blogging, although I won't even pretend that it's not a little sad to me that while I have been blogging longer than you have, most likely I will never be blog as well as you will.
Truman's just crying because he is so happy to be here. Just keeping telling yourself that. Over and over. Then laugh, maniacally.
Or, you know, maybe not.
Brittany, I'm pretty sure it was once that I took the baby. You are the best mommy. And wife for that matter. I'm glad that I can just post to your blog now rather than talk to you ... wait a second...
497 licks to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop. Isn't that a cool number? It's so close to Jon's favorite: 427. Actually, it's seventy off. That's off topic, though. I'm waiting for your next blog. It's okay if it takes a while since you have Junior on your hands.
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