Eisley did not sleep for five hours last night... good thing I wasn't holding my breath! She slept for three, then was up for an hour, then slept for an hour twenty, then up for an hour, then slept two, then woke up again. After I fed her, changed her, and put her down, she began crying after 15 minutes... However, I heard someone in the kitchen, so I called out for them to come get her. I then got three hours of sleep.
I woke up at 0956 when she cried and my dad was changing her diaper. I knew it was time for her to eat, so I got up, got ice in my water, then came in to nurse her... let her nurse...?
I must interrupt myself because every time I write about breastfeeding, I question what I'm writing. I know she nurses, but can I use that term with me as the subject? I feel like I can't because then I would be the one at the boob... thoughts?
Anyway, she ate. By now it was 1040, so I passed her off to my dad so I could eat breakfast. I decided we should head to Heights around noon. I checked on my mom to make sure she was getting ready and we decided that Puck should get to go, too. Then I headed off to find clothes to wear.
I readied myself and got Eisley's things together, then threw Puck's belongings in the diaper bag, as well. No point in carrying multiple bags when everything can fit in one.
My dad was outside moving the car-seat to the "big Lexus" but wasn't having the best luck and getting a bit stressy. I figured I should go help before he blew a gasket, but when I got outside, he was taking the car-seat back to my car! I stood next to him and watched quietly and asked if he wanted me to help -- to which he didn't reply. I eventually went to the other side of the car and got in to try to help.
Instead of using me and my eyes, he was trying to latch the car-seat into the seat where he couldn't see and he was getting even more frustrated! Finally I said, "Want me to do it?" and he said, "Yes!" in his snarky tone like he'd been waiting for me to say something. I asked where it was supposed to go and he explained. I latched it and before I could say anything, he pulled the strap to tighten it and it got twisted and wouldn't tighten enough. I stopped him and was trying to untwist it, but it was too tight, so I then was trying to unlatch it to try again. Eventually I got it unlatched and untwisted, re-latched, then he tightened it again and twisted it up! I told him to stop cause he kept making it twist and he needed to slow down. I untwisted it, then held it steady and slowly tightened it again.
Once it was in, he made a big show about how crappy the latch system was and how with "his little finger" he could flip the top of the car-seat and it'd tip toward the back of the seat (the direction it faced). I didn't say anything because when he's stressy, there's no logic. Not to mention, he was dripping sweat all over the car seat and I wanted him to go inside.
When we finished, I said, "I'll pack the car and you go do what you need to do." I packed Eisley and Puck's things, then put Puck inside, started the car, and went to get my parents to head out.
The trip was miserably uncomfortable for me because I was in the middle of the backseat and only half my bum was on the "hump" because Eisley's car-seat took up a lot of space... as did Puck! He tried to lay on my legs and the other seat through the whole ride. I knew that he'd have to sit in the middle on the way home.
When we got there, Alea showed up, then Amy, about 15 minutes later. I felt bad for Alea because Amy kept talking (baby) "shop." I wanted to talk about school and work and other things, but Amy made it mildly difficult. Amy must be lonely because she overstayed her welcome and talked nonstop the entire time she was there. She's sweet and I enjoy talking to her to an extent, but I am reminded of Jamie when I'm with someone who can't stop talking.
Eventually she left -- after many hints from my mother -- and we ordered pizza from Old Chicago. My parents drove the truck to go pick it up, while I stayed back and fed Eisley. She was nice and quiet throughout our dinner and while we packed up to leave.
As I headed to the car with her, I notice her diaper was extra squishy, so I grabbed the diaper bag from the car and went back inside to change her. I was blown away when I opened her diaper to the biggest poop I'd seen in her month of life! I had my dad bring me some wet paper towels, since we were out of wipes in the diaper bag and he helped me change her.
She was awake for much of the drive home, but didn't fuss at all... she just stared out the window. Once home, she was hungry again -- it had been three hours, since she'd eaten.
She nursed for 40 minutes and I spent an hour trying to put her down, then she nursed for 50 minutes! She just finished twenty minutes ago. She was sleeping, so I put her down and of course, she woke back up immediately.
She is intensely fussy because she's tired, so I will undoubtedly change her a few times, then have to let her fuss her stress out so she can fall asleep...
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