Elsie Downer

Sorry about all my recent posts having a blue tone to them. This one will not be different because I have not slept well last night at all.

M came yesterday morning. I took an off from work, because I knew that going to work would clash straight with their arrival and that would make everything a little confused. Plus, I got a chance to quickly settle everything and everyone.

Figlia went on a instant high because her favourite people were home - her grandparents and "little baby". 

DH left for work, and thank god for Gracy (our part time nanny, who has started with us just this week), because Gracy became my extra hand. So, if F was after my parents, M was with us, and vice versa. 

As has happened before, Figlia managed to thwart M's attempts to nap, and he was cranky by the time he slept late in the afternoon. Thankfully, with feeds in between he did nap for almost 3 hours. Figzy napped too, which afforded him the luxury. 

I am seriously hoping F will stop disturbing him when he is trying to nap. She is just too playful, but it is not that cute, really.

In the evening, everyone went out barring me and M.  M had gone for a power nap at 8 p.m. and woken up in about 45 mins. My parents slept on "our bed" with M. 

(We are planning to co-sleep with M such that 'our' bed would be M's and mine, and an extra bed that has been set up would be DH and Figlia's.)

Figlia got fixed on sleeping with her grandparents. She was also fixed on the baby sleeping with her. Figlia rolls and kicks in her sleep, so the second request was out of question. DH spent a long while dissuading her. She finally went away with DH. Sometime around midnight, DH came to leave F with me, because she was not ready to sleep, and wanted to sleep with the grandparents. Between her talk, and M's waking up for feeds, and the general disturbance, my sleep went for a toss. 

Figlia has to be told all the time to not speak loudly when M is sleeping/trying to sleep. She has to be constantly monitored because in sheer affection, she tries to feed him stuff that she been eating, which includes things that go straight into the category of choking hazards. 

The underlying phenomenon that has now become a trend with me is that my sleep cycle is totally ruined. I will wake up 5:45 a.m. irrespective of whether it is needed or not. I will wake up at the slightest disturbances during the night. I will wake up at every sleepy murmur Figlia makes. I get yawning by 8 p.m. and can't go to bed then for practical reasons. I keep wondering if I will ever sleep again. I am half-aware all the time with very short bouts of deep sleep. Once awake, I have to make efforts to sleep again.

My mind is jelly, and it is not pretty.