Isaac is sleepless. He’s more sleepless than Amy was and seeing as how I named this blog ‘Sleepless Nights’ when she was 11 months old, that’s really saying something.
He finishes cluster feeding at around 11pm, five hours after I’ve put him down for the first time. His cluster feeds are generally 5 minutes long, every 30 minutes or so. It would be lovely to have an early night, but I’m not kidding myself that it’s going to happen.
At 11pm, I finally get to drag myself off to bed, content in the fact that Isaac is sleeping deeply. Only to have him start the night time feeds.
Every hour, he wakes crying. On a good night, he’ll feed for twenty minutes and then sleep for forty minutes before waking again. On a bad night, like the last few we’ve had, he’ll feed for 20 minutes, goo and laugh at me for 20 minutes, feed for another 20 minutes before sleeping for, you guessed it, twenty minutes.
Add, rinse, repeat.
Over and over again.
Some nights he’ll stay awake for 1-2 hours. Talking, gooing, feeding, crying. Everything except sleeping.
It’s … wearing to say the least.
Our days start at 5am. By the time I get Isaac back down for a nap at 7.30-8am, Amy is awake for the day, needing breakfast and playtime and snuggles and ohmygod.
I’m a little exhausted.
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The doctor prescribed me some new anti-inflammatories recently. Which is great! My tense and sore muscles thank her.
Only, there is one problem.
Once my muscles are coaxed into relaxing by good drugs, I’m left rather floppy.
No, scratch that.
I’m left with fuck all stability at all.
Apparently all my tensed and painful muscles are actually keeping all my joints together. Whodathunkit.
Anyone else had any experience with anti-inflammatories causing floppiness issues?
By 8am this morning, I’d relocated a good half a dozen joints god knows how many times. After the fourth wrist dislocation, I put a brace on. By lunch time, I’d removed the brace because I was only dislocating inside it. My hips popped in and out as I walked and I’m still not convinced that my elbow and ribs are all back in.
It was a bad day.
The actual dislocations are getting less painful, while the overall pain is getting worse. Trade-off I suppose. It’s rather disconcerting to feel your bones sliding against each other though. Especially when they won’t stay put.
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6am this morning found me curled up on the couch under a blanket while Isaac played on the floor next to me. I’d been trying to nap again, but he kept squawking at me and needing things. He’s finally worked out how to go forwards, as opposed to sideways or backwards, so he kept getting stuck and needing rescuing.
I climbed off the couch and stood to put wood in the fire. A cat curled around my ankles, trying to make me break my neck. I shoved the wood in, shut the door and leant down to catch the cat. For once, it was easy. She was hungry and didn’t dart away.
I walked past the couch, picking up my heatpack as I went. I opened the gate into the kitchen and walked towards the microwave.
It was only the frantic scrabbling of the cat as I went to open the microwave door that had me realise that it wasn’t the heatpack that I was about to put into the microwave.
It was the cat.
Poor cat.
God knows I wouldn’t have enjoyed having to run outside to rescue my heatpack from the icy ground after I threw it out of the kitchen window.
Thank god I stopped in time.
My feet would have been frozen.
I shook myself to wake up, and ended up with things where they were meant to go. The cat out the window and the heatpack in the microwave.
We won’t talk about how many attempts I had at making a cup of tea though. That’s just embarrassing.
Cough.
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Hi, my name is Veronica and today, I almost microwaved the cat.
How are you today?
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