party 'till ya puke

2007 has been the best year of my life.

I'm not out partying tonight, but at 5.5 weeks old Adeline somehow knew how to capture the spirit of the holiday.

I hope to write about our Christmas holiday spent at my parents house, but realize that I still haven't written Adda's birth story - in time I'll get better at typing while nursing and will be back to posing paragraphs on a regular basis! (Haaaaaa)

3 weeks old, and Mommy is getting more sleep!

Adeline had a very good sense of humor about me attempting to take a professional-ish Christmas photo to include in this year's batch of cards, in fact, I got bored and cranky before she did!

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In other news, we've stumbled into a mostly reasonable nighttime/sleeping arrangement; she spends one or two 1-2 hour stretches in her bassinet, 1-2 hours nursing on the couch watching Netflicks (we're working through the original StarTrek series - fantastic bleary eyed/minded viewing) and the rest of the night cuddled up against me for easy boobie access. Mr Hubby is not particularly comfortable sharing the bed with our 7 pound daughter, so he usually retreats to the guest room, taking the dog with him. Bwaaa haaa haaa more room for me and the cats!!

warning: strange tangent ahead . . .

I have no problem with sleeping with such a tiny person; once upon a time (in college) I had fantastic tame pet rat who I often let sleep with me when my drafty rental house got chilly. (She spent at least 50% of her life out of her tank, and was nice enough to do 90% of her doodies in her tank - yeah, I put up with random rat shit . . . . ewww) She preferred to sleep on my pillow nestled against my neck, but would go under the covers if it was insanely cold. She met an untimely end (via dog attack) and I decided that my rat training/tending days were over, although Ramona was a lovely creature to spend time with. Keeping an intelligent rat happy is similar to caring for a puppy, and given the relatively short lifespan of a rat, it is difficult at best to say goodbye to such a committed companion.

Anywho . . . I've got a knack for being spatially aware in my sleep, and never rolled onto my pet rat, or any of my cats even when they were tiny heat-seeking kittens. I am confident that my daughter is safe in bed with me, especially since she can't begin to scoot past a baracade of pillows at this point in her development.
Any advice on getting through nights with an infant??

No grandparents in the house. . . .

I think I'm spoiled; up until this morning, since the day Adeline was born (17 days ago) I have had at least one of my parents or my mother-in law at the with me narly all the time. Mr. Hubby has been home all day, but tomorrow he may return to work, and I must admit that I'm nervous about spending all day alone with Adeline. I've spent lots of time with babies, but never such a young baby and for such a long stretch of time - and certainly not while sleep-deprived.

I know that everything is going to work out just fine, but damn. . . . it's a good thing we're crazy about each other.

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I do plan on posting Adda's birth story someday, my excuse for not doing so already is that it is tough to type one-handed while nursing an infant, and the fleeting prospect of catching a nap is far more attractive to me than spending time online.

Since I haven't visited blogs in forever, I'm out of the loop - how the hell are you??