Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Wednesday, January 14th - 4 Good Things: More sleep, my little gymnast, and my current addiction to Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl

Carter stayed with Nin (cousin Nicole) at my parents' place again for most of the day, so I got to sleep in again with Grayson, which was nice. I had planned on going to get a couple of errands done in the afternoon with Grayson, but felt tired and headachey, so instead lazed around the house with my wee babe as attached to me as he can possibly be without the umbilical cord in play; lazed around and read, I should say. There are worse ways to spend a day.

I will admit to having a short-lived cry-fest this afternoon over this clogged duct situation, which is definitely NOT better today and may be getting worse. It hurts to lift my arm above my head, people. I have another doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon to talk to her about what happens if this thing doesn't open up. I'm feeling anxious about it.

In spite of spilling tears (and not as much milk as I'd like), today was kind of great because:

1. I got around 6 hours of sleep, which is the most sleep I've had in a long time. Last night it was clear to me that Grayson was just not going to settle well in his own bed, so I gave up and pulled him into bed with me. He fell asleep immediately and slept soundly for two hours. Now, two hours isn't really as long as he should be sleeping for his age, however, I kind of need him to nurse off of my broken boob that often to try to help me clear this problem up, so for now, I'll take it. He gave me three 2-hour stretches. They were great. I didn't really wake up this morning feeling well-rested, even though that's the most sleep I've had in a good two weeks, but I'm still really happy that the number of hours was up a little last night and I'm sure the tiredness can just be linked to the stress I'm feeling and infection-fighting my body is doing right now.

2. Carter's gymnastics class started tonight. I registered him in the same class he was in last year instead of bumping him to the next age group because I wasn't sure he was ready for the next level. Mostly because in the previous class, he was still insistent, most classes, that either me or his dad come in with him rather than going in alone, as he should. Anyway, I was running late (shocker!) so I dropped Nicole off at the door with Carter and went to park. I wanted to make sure that he was there when his teacher called his class in since it's the first week and we don't know who his teacher was going to be for this session. When I got inside, Jeff and Nicole were standing there, sans Carter. I asked where he was and they motioned into the gym. He went in alone and was just fine with it. I was so proud - progress! Not only did he stay in the whole class on his own, without asking for one of us to come in and/or getting upset that we weren't there, but he participated so well in class and has become pretty comfortable doing all of the activities that the teacher had the kids do. It was his best class ever. I need to talk to Jeff tonight about having Carter drop that class and registering him in the next level up, if it's not too late. I just felt like such a proud mom and ya'll know that mom-pride is THE BEST kind.

3. I'm 77% of the way through the novel Gone Girl according to my e-reader. I'm freaking LOVING this book. I'm totally hooked and all I can think about (aside from my boob) is reading it. I wanted to read it before seeing the movie, and I'm loving the book so much that I'm glad I made that decision. Also, there are few things better than a book you can't put down. The downside to finishing it will be, of course, finishing it.

4. After finishing up at gymnastics, Nikki and I went to Target with the kids to get some shopping done. Going to Target qualifies for a good thing all on its own already, but when we dropped Nicole off after we were done there, Carter started to cry once she got out of the car. Now, I am not happy that my child was upset, but the fact that he reacts the same way when she leaves him as he does when his dad or I leave him warms my heart and is indicative of how secure and loved he feels by and with her. I feel lucky that my boys are so fortunate to have so many people in my their lives who love them so deeply. Other than good health and happiness, that's all I want for them.

Signing off for this evening to stuff my face and get in another couple chapters before bed!

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