Gah! Cry cry cry, I struggle up to look at the clock on Justin’s side of the bed…
It reads 5:30. So hey, 5:30 really means SIX THIRTY this morning, right? Except it’s SO DARK. And then I remember that Justin’s clock is broken and the hour button doesn’t work and got stuck one hour ahead. So it’s really FOUR THIRTY, but today it actually IS 5:30… ugh, are you still with me? It’s TO DAMN EARLY, that’s all I know.
So she was really crying and sniffling and a big sad GAH!!!?! mess, pointing out of her room, she didn’t want to be there anymore.
SO… because *sniff* my last nursing session *sniff* was on Friday… *sob* *big sigh*
We walked downstairs to make a bottle. I asked her if she wanted some milk and she agreed, so we wandered downstairs to get it ready. I also changed her diaper as it was about 15lbs heavy, blah. And then we walked back upstairs to snuggle in bed with the bottle and hope that she would fall back asleep, I failed to consider the difference between boob and bottle sucking. 🙂 Bottle sucking is LOUD!!! So, oops, for J. Oh well. My first time of getting up in the early morning (yesterday she woke up at 745, so I was up by then) and making the bottle, I figured he should share in the fun. Actually no, but by then I wasn’t going to move, she was drinking already. She didn’t magically go to bed like the boob usually makes her though. Extremely sad. However, J suggested I just go back and put her to bed anyway. So I did that, and she went, with only one squeak about five minutes later. She woke up at 7:30, which was really 6:30 yesterday, but still 7:30 today… Ugh!
So now here we are. And I’m sure J won’t get up until 11, which will really be 10, but not really cause today it’s 11… and it’s only 830. But that’s ok cause I’m leaving him anyway this afternoon for GIRL’S DAY! Woop Woop!
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