My Lady of the Lantern

I read through the initial few posts of 2012. It's a collection of a shell-shocked new mum's early days, and I am amused at the number of times sleep was mentioned in those posts.  Am I sleeping much better now? No. In fact, as I came down to the six month posts, I realized that Figlia's night feeds were far lesser in number than what M has. M is still taking almost 4-5 feeds in the night! There are several differences between them. M goes cranka-doo when he is sleepy. He will writhe and try to slither out of anyone's grasp when he is sleepy. Best thing to do is to put him on bed and calm him with a feed. The world may be falling apart, but not tonight, baby!  Figlia used to get up in the morning and call out to anyone who would listen. M wakes up, rolls to his belly, if he is not on it already, and just engages himself. It is not necessary to be at his bedside immediately after he has woken up.  ~~TMI ahead Figlia never had a poo schedule. That incon...

It's M's half birthday today, and to celebrate it we will be going to get his 6 monthly vaccines done today evening.  Sundays at the house are crazy. Seriously, why have I not read anywhere yet about older ones who refuse to let the younger one go to nap? Figlia was on the same track yesterday, and though she stopped doing her nap-interference faster than before, I still have to convince her to let M nap. I don't want to scream at Figzy for it, but it is quite exasperating. Yesterday morning, there came a time when both the children were screaming top-lung, and it was horrible.  Figzy is bent on doing some things for M, and God forbid if someone overtakes her privilege for the same. Something akin to that happened, and she was cranky and baby was fussy and the house was rocking on high-pitched crying.  Seriously, if I could blank advice anyone, I would say that having more age gap between kids is better, unless you have an amazing 24x7 support system ...

My periods came last evening. Hurrah! They were 16 days late, and I chose to not test. I am glad they came. However, they coincided right with my parents departing, and I had perceived it to be painful and anxiety inducing. Because last night passed well, things are better.  M had colic last evening. But it is better for it to happen at 7 pm than midnight. Thank God for Gracy, coz she held him while I got his meds, and used a home remedy. He was finally soothed. He slept at around 7:45 pm-ish, and woke up today around 7:30 with several feeds in his sleepy state.  Our current arrangement is such that everyone sleeps together. DH and F, and M and I but on different beds in the same room.  F had been berserk this gone week, and it was grating. She was literally bumping off the walls, she had a temper, tantrums to throw and a tongue to match. Add a generous dollop of whine, and that was her with us. She was pretty calm after everything "returned" to normal last e...

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 wil...

I am overdue for my AF. It is ten days up, today.  - - - I crossed my own unstated rule of blogging in the last post. I like to stay fuzzy about who I am referring to ("someone on my side/ hubby's side"), sometimes the details of the incident and such, and I let it loose in the last post.  Not good. - - - I am stressed about several things and the first point of this post is one of them.  - - - M will be here by Friday. - - - I went for an evening walk last night post-dinner. It was motivated by angst, and I was seething when I went out, but I enjoyed the weather, and the darkness outside. It reminds me of the fact that I have always loved nights more than mornings. There is so much to write, and I have no yen for it. 

Today, I woke up with a heavy head, and a light headache despite a full night's sleep.  Headaches were not my thing, but I am learning new things every day.  F has a sensitive tummy to three food items - gram flour (chickpea flour), watermelon and pomegranate. That has always been the case.  All these things are available in our house, and commonly elsewhere, but I have always ensured that F does not eat it.  Even with the chickpea, she is more sensitive to some preparations than others. Long story short, she ate a gram flour do-not-give-ever thing on Saturday morning, and then, that same night we dined out, and her plumbing went into overdrive. She had diarrhoea and stomach ache yesterday. Today, I sent her straight to daycare and did not send her to school. Here was a girl who was asking me to " mumma, make my tummy alright ", and I couldn't make the discomfort disappear. I felt awful that I could not do anything that would bring instantan...

Because of the trail of 'small things' that just kept on happening to me - weird rashes and allergy; an acting up of the hemorrhoid I got in this past pregnancy, and infection caught from using a public loo, I have not been feeling my 100 percent lately.  One of the things that came out of this was that I had to get my blood sugar checked for diabeeetus. I was anxious waiting for the report to turn in, and given that there is diabbbbeeetus on both sides of my family, I was worried. Thankfully, I do not have diabbeeeetus.  - - -  I have been cleaning and disposing stuff from the house. I am glad for the freeing of space, and for the fact that some things are being used with much enthusiasm elsewhere (I 'abandoned' one lot of F's clothes in a slum close to her daycare, and immediately a group of young girls descended on the bag; later, I saw that girls for whom the clothes were too tight were also trying to get into the dresses).  - - - My per...