Well, we always have these moments right after a new baby for some reason. All the girls were tag teaming us last night in an effort (it seemed) to keep us from sleeping at all. Miriam came down in the wee hours, then Jireh who had wet the bed (through a diaper, somehow) necessitating a nocturnal sheet change (courtesy of Papi). Meanwhile, in the between time, Christina was increasingly fussy and every time I stopped nursing her, would cry. I knew she just had an upset tummy of some kind but didn’t want to keep Dave up unnecessarily, so I consented to being the human pacifier for about 2 hours straight. During this time, I was freezing cold, needed to get up and use the bathroom, was really thirsty, and discovered some realllly painful blocked ducts – none of which could be remedied without having the baby start wailing. So I just waited. Finally, a diaper blowout brought things to a head and I just had to bite the bullet and change her. Drank some apple cider vinegar for the ducts, got my water and bathroom trip, and warmer pj’s. Got back to sleep and Miriam came down again telling me there was a fire everywhere in the house. (Here goes the girl with the vivid dreams again. Unfortunately, it’s genetically programmed. She gets it from both parents.) “Good,” I said, “that means it’s nice and warm, go back to bed.” So she did, and we slept for about an hour before daylight.
Today is actually going pretty well. The kids have had breakfast (again thanks to Papi) and lunch, the house is straightened, dishwasher loaded and dinner ready to go (thanks to church ladies who have sent meals). Of course, the kids are still in pajamas, but see my header for my philosophy on that. My husband thinks I have been relying too much on the idiot box, because the girls decided this morning that Jireh was Cindy, Miriam was Marcia, and I was Mrs. Brady and they started talking politely to each other and calling me “Mother.” Personally I think the Brady Bunch game is an improvement over the “baby game” where Jireh whines incessantly and Miriam says “That’s ok, Baby” over and over. And of course when pressed, my dear husband couldn’t provide me with a better solution on how to keep the kids quiet and still for 45 minutes every few hours while I nurse. So until further notice I will continue to let their brains fry till I get this four-kids-under-four thing down.