Why Didn't You Tell Me Wednesday?

Why didn't you tell me that I WOULD NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!?

I talked to Mamaw this morning (it is her Birthday) and we always have the best conversations! She is so fun and she is so chatty. I love to ask her about things from her past. Today we were talking about all sorts of things and we somehow got around to talking about the lack of sleep a mom endures with a baby. This was fresh in my mind because we had a rough night around here. When Luke was a newborn, he SLEPT! Then all of a sudden he started waking and wanting to be fed every 1.5 hours.... Then he started sleeping for a good stretch at night. He had his first cold around Christmas and it has been a battle ever since. Today he woke up at 5:45AM after a long, long night. Around 1AM he wanted to PLAY!!! I thought I would lose my mind. Mamaw laughed and told me about one of her sons who would not sleep in anything but his "buggy" and when she would nod off and stop rocking the "buggy" he would wake up "wailing".

Anyway, I have just decided to accept the fact that my child is just not one that will SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT (kuddos to all of you who are blessed with children who will). We have tried all sorts of things, all sorts of methods, and it just isn't meant to be for me to sleep THROUGH THE NIGHT. It has gotten better... we definitely do not wake up ever hour anymore and for that, I am VERY thankful. I was just looking back over the past couple of years (pregnancy included) and I am amazed at how little sleep I have been able to function on. Those who know me, know that I LOVE to sleep, I always have. Ever since I was a little baby, I have just LOVED my sleep. I am not a morning person, I am a napper. I believe that when I prayed and prayed for a baby and pleaded with God that I would do just about anything, He decided that I would have to give up my sleep! ha!

Why Didn't You Tell Me Wednesday?

Why didn't you tell me....

...that one day, I would wake up and realize that MY THIGHS touch. (and NO, that is not me in the above picture)... It is driving me bananas. If it were fall and I were to somehow get myself into my corduroy pants, I think that the friction from walking out of the house to my car would land me in the E.R. because I would have started a fire and obtained serious burns.
Granted, this business did not just start overnight, as much as I would like to think that the "extra baby weight" around my middle has migrated down to my thighs due to mother nature's evil sense of humor and some help from gravity, I blame nursing and my constant hunger during that time!
I have since started working out (last week) and I have greatly modified my eating habits. I am hoping that I will be back to "normal" again in a few months. In the meantime, all of my lounge pants seem to be generating large amounts of pilling in the upper thigh section-- they will probably not last much longer without some intervention. Wish me luck!

Why didn't you tell me Wednesday?

Okay.... so pardon me for the LONG pause between these posts, but I have a renewed sense of things and I hope to stay on top of this (at least for a little while)....
...now on to the post....

Why didn't you tell me that some days, my baby would be on a mission.... he would have one goal to achieve, and it would involve three stealthy maneuvers.... he is locked on accomplishing what I have come to fear.... The Baby Trifecta

The Baby Trifecta can come in multiple combinations or in some rare instances it has happened all in one horrible changing table session. I am talking about the horror of not only being peed on, puked on, or pooped on.... but having them ALL happen at once.... all in the same day. Believe me, they have all magically happened at the same surreal moment!!

Why didn't you tell me Wednesday?

Okay people... It is one thing for somebody in the house to get sick with a stomach virus, but it is a whole "nother, nother" when your husband starts off your blissful weekend puking and then by Saturday night you have a projectile vomiting (almost) 8 month old with his millionth poop-leaking diaper! Several thoughts were running through my head this weekend in no particular order:

1. food poisoning... I think NOT
2. HOW MANY times can I change a diaper and clothing and the changing table!
3. will I have enough baby wipes and diapers to make it through?
4. HELP!!
5. I hope I don't get sick....
6. Great, TORNADO warnings and golf ball sized hail
7. yuck, more trips to the washing machine
8. Please don't poop/puke on me
9. HELP!!
10. OMGoodness, I just stepped in POOP at 3 am walking back to the nursery? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?
11. When is this all going to end? Surely there is NOTHING left in there?
12. I have run out of all matching pjs and I frankly don't care, let's just see what is left that isn't in the washer/dryer
13. HELP!!

I hope your weekend was better than mine! Thankfully, Josh is better (he now has back problems from being banished to the couch and still cannot really help with Luke, heck, he can barely walk) and Luke is steadily getting better, although the poo issues are still around (geez)!

"Why didn't you tell me" Wednesday #2

Why didn't you tell me:

- that I will almost always "get ready" for my day, just by brushing my hair/teeth and putting on clean PJs

- that I will go days without straightening or curling or fixing my hair...

- that I will go even LONGER without shaving my legs...

- that I will develop a DEEP appreciation for house shoes (I LIVE in my UGGS too)

-that getting a few minutes in the shower will be the absolute highlight of my day on most days (

"why didn't you tell me" Wednesday

You guessed it!... It is NAP-TIME!! As I hurry to eat my lunch I am starting off a new thing here at Clarksville Capers... I have steadily kept track of all these wacky things that I wish somebody would have told me... most of them relate to becoming a mommy and since most of my followers are girls, I thought this would be a fun thing to do. You will either wince at my misfortune, recall your own similar experience, or use it to keep yourself from feeling alone if you find yourself in the same predicament! Please feel free to share comments with your own experiences, as long as you don't mind if I share them in later posts!

#1 Why didn't you tell me....

that even though when you become a mother, you will never be alone, but yet, you will feel very lonely...

I am blessed to have finally had a baby after many long years of praying for one, but in my greatest joy, I have found isolation. I don't have the baby-blues or any sort of depression about it--I love my son (even when he wants to wake up every 2-3 hours at night, when he smiles at me, I smile back, because I am thankful he is here). The isolation I feel is because, as a new mom, you are struggling to just perform he basic functions for yourself, while tending to a whole new life.

1. I used to be "on the go" a lot. Now, if I even feel rested enough to think of venturing out, it requires a ton of work and prep just to make it out the door. Namely, the getting ready part for me is so hard. Putting on "real" clothes is just a luxury!

2. There is no such thing as a "quick" visit with a friend. Part of this is because I am so far away from many of my friends, and part of it is because I just cannot function enough to get out sometimes.

3. I used to talk on the phone "A LOT". Now I have to remember to call my friends to check in with them-- to let them know that I am still alive. Part of this is because of my next point...

4. My schedule is so crazy. For the past year, due to my sickness or now catering to my son's needs, my schedule is just the total opposite of everyone else's. So, even if I could settle down for a quick chat, it is while most of my friends (and my husband) are in bed or at work! If I do actually manage a call, it could be cut short because of "bodily functions" ;)

5. Because I am so drained, I don't feel like I can comprehend much or hold any sort of intelligent discussion that doesn't involve my child or my lack of sleep, and I know that most people don't want to hear this... so, I keep to myself (except for here... where it is my world-bloggers!).

6. I feel that because I feel this way, that something is not right with ME... and that is why I am being so open and honest in these upcoming posts. It wasn't until a friend of mine called to check in a few weeks ago, that these things were validated and I realized "My GOD, I am not the only one"