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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

I wanted to have some lovely Moscato Wine last night, had the bottle and everything.   C-Dub was a party pooper.  Didn’t even want to watch the ball drop on TV.  He had the baby upstairs and went to bed early.  I mean damn.  Can a sister get some ALCOHOL!! I had prepared and everything with three(count ’em) three bottles of pumped milk!!!

ASSHOLE.

So this morning, I am gazing longingly at my bottle of unopened wine, wondering if it would make me a lush to have some for breakfast. 

 Moscato Mimosa’s anyone?

OK, moving on.

The Pookah is sleeping right now.  Blissfully, fully, not a peep.

  A pity he didn’t do that last night.

Yes, operation “Get Pookah to sleep on his back for more than 30 minutes” failed again last night.

I confess that part of this problem might be that when my mother was here, Pookah discovered that sleeping on his stomach was the best thing that had ever been introduced to him in his short life.  In the name of the dreaded tummy time, keeping that beautifully rounded head, and sleep I allowed it.  Of course, C-Dub brings this up at the 1 month appointment.  And the nurse practitioner goes on to bash sleeping on the tummy and scare C-Dub to death with SIDS rates in African-Americans(yes, they are higher).  So now, he absolutely refuses to put him on his stomach to sleep.  At all.  Not even during the day. 

Damn, DAMN, DAMN!!!!!

So, now of course, my poor Pookah is confused.  Wasn’t he just sleeping wonderfully on his bell-eh? 

Geez.  The sleep deprivation is killing me here.

The new breastfeeding rules are going.  I’ve noticed that I can feed him from one breast for 3, 4, 5  times, and he still has that milk drunk look on his face afterwards.  He still smacks his lips when he is done with satisfaction.  No green poops have been noted, in fact, there has been an “explosion” of wonderful breastfed, mustard colored poops.  He is staining less and seems to be less gassy.

I just wish this translated to more sleep dammit!

Moving on.

Last year at this time, I was deep in the debts of despair, trying to put on a happy face.  Trying to be normal.  2008 sucked. 2009 started sucky, but ended wonderfully with the birth of The Pookah.  He has turned what could have been yet another sucky year into a true blessing.  I am sooooooo grateful that I managed at least to keep that one resolution that I half jokingly made on 1/1/2008

My new years resolutions this year are simple:

  1. Loose the baby weight.  I gained 38 pounds.  I’ve lost 31 of them.  Then there were those lovely 15 pounds I put on with the first pregnancy/miscarriage. Soooo, you do the math.  I am going to start running this year.  I’ve been saying this for a couple of years now, but this year, I’m going to do it!!!!  Plus, my sister-in-law says she is taking me to take Glamor shots around my birthday…………OMG!
  2. Live below our means.  I mean really.  Both of us got laid off last year.  I think we need to reevaluate some of our spending, actually save some money( emergency fund anyone?) and start getting rid of my credit card debt once and for all.

So that’s that.  The Pookah is making “feed me” noises, so I must go.

Once again, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

  • Reply
    VA Blondie
    January 1, 2010 at 9:42 am

    Sorry about the part pooper hubby! That is so unfair! If it were me, I would have drunk alone, anyway.

    Good luck trying to get Pookah to sleep on his belly. It can be difficult. I had a book on sleep recommended to me by a mother of triplets. Healthy Sleep, Happy Babies. Apparently, that book helped her a lot. Hopefully it will help you, too. It was very thorough regarding sleep. I am hoping it will help me after my little one arrives. Good luck!

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