Day 73: Is That Right?

I don't even know what day it is...

Eisley got some sleep last night, but it was only for an hour or hour and a half at a time.  Seeing how it takes me an hour to fall asleep... I got none.  Not to mention, she was stretching and making little noises, so I was constantly paranoid that she would wake up and cry.  I don't mind if she wakes up -- it is inconvenient when I'd like to be sleeping -- but I don't like when she cries because she is so hard to settle down and she works herself up so much.

I got two 10 minute naps and one eight minute nap between 0800 and 0845.  I tried sleeping and getting her to sleep, but she insisted on pooping numerous times in a row.

She spent the day nursing and taking cat naps, none of which would allow her to keep sleeping when I tried to put her down.  Thus, I spent the day holding her, feeding her, and watching her sleep.

Finally, I got her to go to sleep, which is good cause I was worried she was getting overly tired from having no lengthy stretches of sleep.  I put her down and she stayed asleep and I decided to nap, as well.

My mom came home from work and as I was awake for a moment, she said I needed to get up and go eat.  Unfortunately, dinner was disgusting.  I showered and tried to rouse Eisley, but to no avail.  Not only did I spend 45 minutes trying to wake her up, but had my dad spend another hour plus trying, too.

She has been sleeping for almost six hours now.  I am irritated that my mom made me get up to eat gross food when I could have been sleeping.  She's so fickle.  If I'm up, she tells me to sleep, but if I'm sleeping, she tells me to be up.  Well, it's probably the longest stretch of sleep I could have gotten, but won't for a long time.

I was waiting for her to wake up and was going to trade seats with my dad in the living room, so I stuck my stuff on the cabinets, but that never happened.  What did happen was I missed getting to talk to Tyler.  I don't know why I put my phone down.  I guess I figured he emailed me a couple sentences and it's late, so I probably wouldn't hear from him.  I was wrong.

I am tired... exhausted... so much so that I can't sleep when I have the chance.  I'm irritable.  I get to be up another entire night dealing with a crying baby, which is stressful and wears my patience.