Better Day Than Night?

Last night was one of those nights. Now that I think about it, it was kind of all around a craptastic day. And it was boring. Carter worked until 8 pm or so. Yeah. We went to bed about 10:45 and I just laid there. Carter was on a "pallet" on the floor. I'll come back to that later. Not long after, I heard Savannah crying so I ran into her room. It was so weird. She was kind of thrashing about and crying and not really responding to me. So I wondered if she was having a nightmare or something. But, I think she was aware enough and knew I was there. It was freaking me out because it seemed like she was in some sort of pain. Eventually, I turned the light on and Carter came in too. We couldn't get much out of her and she seemed like she just wanted to go back to sleep. So we gave her hugs and told her to call us if she needed. But she continued to cry and of course that bothered me. So I went back in and once again it just seemed like she was in some kind of pain. I finally got her to talk a little and she said her nose hurt. She was sniffling a little but I couldn't figure out what in the world would be wrong with her nose. Did she pump it really hard earlier? No. Does your head hurt? No. Anything else hurt? No. She seemed stuffed up so the only thing I could think of was to go in the bathroom and run a really hot shower and let the steam hopefully open her up. I tried to get her to blow her nose, but she still hasn't grasped the concept of blowing out, rather than up. I had the same problem until I was quite old. So we sat in the hot bathroom (just what a pregnant woman wants to do right?) for a few minutes. She talked a little and as I asked questions she said her tummy hurt and her throat. I figured her throat was dry because she was breathing through her mouth. So, a tummy ache and nose ache. Two totally different and random things. She thought she was hungry so after the steam shower we went downstairs and got some cookies and milk and watched a few minutes of the Bachelorette. She didn't eat the cookies and drank a small amount of milk. She just seemed super tired. So, we went back upstairs. She wanted to sleep in her bed, eventhough I kind of wanted her to sleep with me to make sure she was ok. I knew I would get even less sleep if she did though. As I came to bed I saw the clock. 12:15. Great. Eventually I fell back asleep. But I'm pretty sure I got up twice to check on her. And to pee. Then Carter got up, probably at 5:30. Then Savannah came in at 6:30. 6:30!! I was expecting her to sleep in. She was hungry. Oh wait, that's not right. She was crying again. "Mom! Get this stuff off my nose!". She had some crusty, very light snot under her nose region. I was thinking great, she was able to drain some out. She was having a meltdown over it and I had to wipe it off immediately. After that, we went downstairs with my semi-shut eyes and got her some cereal, while I went straight to the couch. But, of course anytime I get up and start moving around, little baby wakes up too. So, rather than doze off, I felt her moving around and kicking for quite some time. It felt like she was jolting my entire stomach. I do welcome those kicks though. Once Savannah finished her breakfast I told her I was so tired. She said to me, "But it's morning." I told her we needed to go up to my room so I could sleep some more and she could watch cartoons. She was game for that. So, from about 6:45 to 8:20 I tried to sleep. Sesame Street and such shows tend to have very annoying character voices and they're hard to tune out. Plus, Savannah just can't seem to sit still. She wiggles around and was even trying to sing the songs, until I shut that down real quick. I heard Coop crying at 8:20 and the day officially had to start. It's 9:32 now. I have a feeling it's going to be one of those slow dragging days and I will probably yell a lot.

Back to the "pallet". Yes, I hate the pallet. The pallet requires blankets. And those blankets get thrown at the foot of the bed each morning he uses them. They're added to the few that are already at the foot of the bed, because I don't want any blankets, because it's hot. So, their are a lot of freakin' blankets at the foot of the bed. The kids love it. They jump off the bed, onto the blankets. And then the blankets are all over the place. And then I get mad because I don't want them jumping off the bed in the first place and breaking something and secondly, their are freakin' blankets everywhere! So yes, I'd rather just have my husband sleep in the bed and get rid of the blankets. Plus, it's just weird.