I’m tired. So, so tired. In the thick of each day, I look at this mess, that project, that other mess and think Tonight. When Grayson goes to bed then I’ll get this stuff done. Ha. As soon as that sweet little baby head hits the mattress and that thumb is securely in his mouth I. AM. DONE. Tonight- I’ve been parked on the couch for an hour and 45 minutes, alternating clicks between Facebook, Twitter and my reader, stopping every few minutes to play Words with Friends (my new addiction- anyone want to play?? Yes, I realized I am really late jumping on this bandwagon), and vaguely paying attention to a Christmas movie on TV. No, I’m not doing one thing productive, interesting, or Super-Mom-ish (because yes, I have this idea that I should be baking, or crafting, or well, at least cleaning- after my baby goes to bed). But tonight, I just don’t care.
This has been a tough week- physically and emotionally. Grayson has once again decided that his wake up time is 4:30 AM. And well, I would just leave him in his crib to teach him this is an absurdly inappropriate hour to be UP! except that his stupid tube is his favorite forbidden fruit these days- anytime he can get his hands (and teeth) on it, he has a ball yanking, chewing and tangling his body in it. And let’s not forget the all-time-favorite wrapping the tube around his neck trick. Oy.
So today we started our day at, yes, 4:30, so by 7:30 he’s ready for a nap. Sleep when the baby sleeps? Um, not at 7:30 AM (Confession: for this morning person, 7:30 is about my prime- I’m ready to GO). So the nap happened, and then a trip to the hospital to get blood drawn happened. It was awful, of course, but I have noticed in the three times we’ve had blood drawn since getting the tube (what? Poor baby has had blood drawn 3 times in 6 weeks. Life for Grayson is sometimes just not fair), it’s been a ton easier for the technician to find G’s vein. Hmmm…hydrated? Anyway, today they drew blood to test for some pretty scary stuff, so keep THAT in your prayers please (yeah, for it to be NEG.A.TIVE.)
|Got blood? I have lots, apparently|
The highlight of our day was our morning playdate, with three high school friends and their little ones (so fun to reconnect). I’ve said it a million times, but I am SO BLESSED to have the most wonderful friends who are so supportive and love my little guy. And these friends blessed our family today with some gifts and I am so, so humbled and appreciative. While being around friends and their babies is energizing and wonderful, it also always makes me a little sad too. Sad that Grayson can’t crawl or walk to get into stuff he’s not supposed to. He doesn’t sit and grab for a book to look at. He’s just so different than babies his own age, and now sadly, babies months younger than him. The gap is glaringly wide.
I got a call from the hospital today with our pre-surgery instructions and schedule for Monday. Surgery scheduled for 7:30 AM and we have to be there at 6:00 AM. Well, I guess that jives just fine with our current wake up time. And to be honest, I’m glad it’s bright and early- let’s get this thing over with! I’m trying not to think about things like the fact that Grayson will be under anesthesia and will have a hole in his stomach, and instead focus on good things like GETTING RID OF THE NG TUBE!
So this weekend my mission is to get in the holiday spirit. We are having breakfast with Santa tomorrow- I think G should definitely sport this get-up- what do you think? (I am in love with these Huggies Santa diapers a sweet friend left on our door yesterday).
|Chunky thighs? We’re working on ’em.|
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got tonight. I think I’ll go crawl into bed and continue this mindless evening a little more comfortably. After all, my boss is going to make me be up in just a few short hours.