Poppy was awake between 345am and 515am this morning! arrghhh. ended up with her on my lap on the rocking chair and practically falling asleep myself. if only i'd had a pillow i think i'd have been gone. poor hubby then had to get up at 555am for work, he's text and he's falling asleep on his feet. super-early night tonight for us both i think.
Not sure about going swimming today with Poppy's cough. I've always taken her before if she's had a cold and she's been fine, so I will probably go, and it always cheers her up as she loves it so much.
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
Snotty noses
Aren't children with a cold just so pitiful? Bless Poppy, with her green snot and red eyes and moaning. One day, when the cold is over, all the teeth are through, and we have the guts, we're going to have to do some sort of controlled crying. Each nap and even bedtime now involves staying with her until she's asleep, plus or minus the pinning down and shh-ing. Where it used to involve singing twinkle twinkle, putting on the lullaby cd, and walking out. Sometimes going back in to put dummy back in etc but certainly not 45 mins of trying not to lean on the creaky floorboard or breathe too loud.
Just watched this weeks episode of Gray's Anatomy. How can they fire Izzy??? Even though she did almost kill that kidney lady.. Now onto Brothers & Sisters but not sure I'll get to the end before my bed calls.
Just watched this weeks episode of Gray's Anatomy. How can they fire Izzy??? Even though she did almost kill that kidney lady.. Now onto Brothers & Sisters but not sure I'll get to the end before my bed calls.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Tired mummy and daddy
Don't know if it's down to teething or what, but last night Poppy woke up screaming at 1245am and couldnt be comforted. Ended up with Daddy bringing her downstairs for half hour then me giving her a bottle to settle her back to sleep by about 3am. Then she woke again at 5am the same screaming, but thankfully this time went straight back after I raced in on dummy patrol and turned her cd back on. I was sure she'd sleep in a bit after being awake over 2 hours during the night, but I lost the bet - woke at 645am like clockwork. Surprisingly I'm not overwhelmingly knackered, probably because I'm now used to getting so little sleep anyway no matter how early I go to bed. Could do with a little nap now though, getting the eye burn starting. Got friends coming over for a takeaway later on, chinese probably. Yummy. Salt and spicy prawns and vegetable chow mein. Yummy again.
Poppy is also very tired this afternoon, she's currently in her swing watching Tigger & Pooh (think, think, think...) chomping a breadstick as had enough of the whining. Daddy retired to bed to try and shift a killer headache before our guests arrive later. Bless him he's not very good on no sleep. Not letting her nap though this late in the day, or else we won't get her down to bed and I'm not getting into a habit of sleeping all day and being awake all night!
Poppy is also very tired this afternoon, she's currently in her swing watching Tigger & Pooh (think, think, think...) chomping a breadstick as had enough of the whining. Daddy retired to bed to try and shift a killer headache before our guests arrive later. Bless him he's not very good on no sleep. Not letting her nap though this late in the day, or else we won't get her down to bed and I'm not getting into a habit of sleeping all day and being awake all night!
Monday, 1 February 2010
Party is booked
Got hold of the woman I needed to speak to at the local family centre and we can have Poppy's birthday party there. It'll be so good as there's loads of toys there already, and my in-laws have a ball pool and bouncy castle that we can put up in there too. There's also a little outdoor play park with swings, slide and climbing frame if the weather is dry. Yay!! It'll be much better than having it in the house.
Today Poppy has eaten weetabix for breakfast (off a spoon) whilst being distracted by feeding herself banana, tikka chicken/quorn/butternut squash and couscous, and for her dinner a veggie sausage, broccoli, peas and mashed potato. She really wasn't fussed on the mash, it looked like we'd put poison down on her tray when she tried a handful. She loved the Linda Macartney sausage though and ate the whole thing, and tried a few peas and sucked the florets off the broccoli. Also after lunch she had most of a huge conference pear, and after dinner a plum and a yoghurt. So all in all a successful day, which - most importantly - was pretty low stress. Giving her the bedtime bottle was lovely too, she fell asleep on my lap taking it. I didn't think I'd get any of those moments again as she's not one for cwtching up on your lap, so when they do happen I absolutely love it. I hope when she's a bit older though she'll want to come up for cuddles before bed, or if she's ill, or watching a film together on a sunday afternoon.
Saw my GP again today and I am being referred to a Rheumatologist. Going to go private for the consultation as my nanna has it for the family, and waiting time is 3 months for an urgent appointment :-o Need to ring them tomorrow and get the go ahead so surgery can fax my notes over or whatever they need to do to get the ball moving. Got a different painkiller to try too, I so need to get some sleep and not keep getting woken up with the pain.
Just done bits of ironing, only the urgents as I can't be bothered with it all tonight, and done a quick vacuum so I'm off to bed to read and get some sleep. It's Daddy's last night shift tonight then two weeks off, and only 4 more sleeps until our weekend away. I'm sure I'm owed some lie-ins on his time off.
Today Poppy has eaten weetabix for breakfast (off a spoon) whilst being distracted by feeding herself banana, tikka chicken/quorn/butternut squash and couscous, and for her dinner a veggie sausage, broccoli, peas and mashed potato. She really wasn't fussed on the mash, it looked like we'd put poison down on her tray when she tried a handful. She loved the Linda Macartney sausage though and ate the whole thing, and tried a few peas and sucked the florets off the broccoli. Also after lunch she had most of a huge conference pear, and after dinner a plum and a yoghurt. So all in all a successful day, which - most importantly - was pretty low stress. Giving her the bedtime bottle was lovely too, she fell asleep on my lap taking it. I didn't think I'd get any of those moments again as she's not one for cwtching up on your lap, so when they do happen I absolutely love it. I hope when she's a bit older though she'll want to come up for cuddles before bed, or if she's ill, or watching a film together on a sunday afternoon.
Saw my GP again today and I am being referred to a Rheumatologist. Going to go private for the consultation as my nanna has it for the family, and waiting time is 3 months for an urgent appointment :-o Need to ring them tomorrow and get the go ahead so surgery can fax my notes over or whatever they need to do to get the ball moving. Got a different painkiller to try too, I so need to get some sleep and not keep getting woken up with the pain.
Just done bits of ironing, only the urgents as I can't be bothered with it all tonight, and done a quick vacuum so I'm off to bed to read and get some sleep. It's Daddy's last night shift tonight then two weeks off, and only 4 more sleeps until our weekend away. I'm sure I'm owed some lie-ins on his time off.
Saturday, 30 January 2010
It's a miracle
650am waking!!! Go Poppy!! Go me!!!
Off to my parents this morning before going to Water Babies class this afternoon, with the help of Mum to get her dressed at the end yay.
6 more sleeps until The Weekend Away.
Off to my parents this morning before going to Water Babies class this afternoon, with the help of Mum to get her dressed at the end yay.
6 more sleeps until The Weekend Away.
Friday, 29 January 2010
Please sleep a bit later tomorrow...
After distracting her with some sweet potato cubes on her tray i managed to get a decent amount of dinner into her this evening. It may have helped that it was pasta in cheese sauce, with a bit of beef & aubergine hidden in it. Also had some raisins and banana after she started refusing the pasta. As she didn't kick up a fuss she was finished eating by 6pm, so thought i'd try giving her some milk before bed too as she's been waking so early for a bottle the past few days and also taking up to an hour to settle to sleep.
By the time ITNG finished after her bath (after her dinner seemed to work out ok last night so continuing with that atm) it was about 715pm so took her up to the nursery for the bottle, in the dark and quiet. It worked a dream, she took about 5-6oz and fell asleep on my lap. Bless her she's not done that on me since she was really little. It did only last a few seconds as the dog barked and woke her again, but that was fine as it meant she was awake being put down. After zipping up her sleeping bag and turning on her music I didn't hear a peep! Yay! It has been wonderful having an evening off from going up and down the stairs to shush her, or sitting alone upstairs with my book doing it as can't be bothered to keep climbing the stairs. And eating dinner earlier than 8pm was nice too, as we find it difficult to relax and enjoy our meal until she's settled, listening to crying is not exactly conducive to good digestion.
Daddy's at work until 5am tomorrow morning, so I'm hoping she a) doesnt get woken up by him coming in when she may have slept later, b) doesn't wake for a 5am bottle as then when he gets in we'll both get woken up again just as we're getting back to sleep. And yes we will get woken as the stupid dogs bark like there's someone murdering one of us when they can plainly see it's him coming through the door.
Is it too early to go to bed at 9 o'clock? I feel ancient these days, between the continued lack of sleep and daily stress of feeding, alongside the joint pains I've been having for months, my body feels about 60 not 28. Had repeat blood tests today before seeing GP again on monday, but I think she'll refer me to a Rheumatologist as the anti-inflammatories have done nothing. Would be so lovely to be able to have a full nights sleep without being woken up by pain in my shoulders or wrist, then the 5am starts would be more bearable.
Listen to me moaning on again, let's look for some positives:
- Poppy has been walking on your fingers since Wednesday and today has been flying up and down the room, can hardly keep up with her. Perhaps she won't crawl after all, despite being so close to it for weeks, and go straight to walking.
- Holding onto the bars of the closed babygate into the kitchen and watching the dogs go in and out of the dogflap, looking through it like she was in prison!
- Clearly signing 'more' to me after one mouthful of Weetabix at breakfast. And signing it all day for random things that make no sense for her to want more of, she must think that she gets whatever she wants if she does it, bless her.
Ok off to bed BUT will read for a bit. God I am getting old. At least then I'll be away from the temptation of eating any chocolate ;-)
By the time ITNG finished after her bath (after her dinner seemed to work out ok last night so continuing with that atm) it was about 715pm so took her up to the nursery for the bottle, in the dark and quiet. It worked a dream, she took about 5-6oz and fell asleep on my lap. Bless her she's not done that on me since she was really little. It did only last a few seconds as the dog barked and woke her again, but that was fine as it meant she was awake being put down. After zipping up her sleeping bag and turning on her music I didn't hear a peep! Yay! It has been wonderful having an evening off from going up and down the stairs to shush her, or sitting alone upstairs with my book doing it as can't be bothered to keep climbing the stairs. And eating dinner earlier than 8pm was nice too, as we find it difficult to relax and enjoy our meal until she's settled, listening to crying is not exactly conducive to good digestion.
Daddy's at work until 5am tomorrow morning, so I'm hoping she a) doesnt get woken up by him coming in when she may have slept later, b) doesn't wake for a 5am bottle as then when he gets in we'll both get woken up again just as we're getting back to sleep. And yes we will get woken as the stupid dogs bark like there's someone murdering one of us when they can plainly see it's him coming through the door.
Is it too early to go to bed at 9 o'clock? I feel ancient these days, between the continued lack of sleep and daily stress of feeding, alongside the joint pains I've been having for months, my body feels about 60 not 28. Had repeat blood tests today before seeing GP again on monday, but I think she'll refer me to a Rheumatologist as the anti-inflammatories have done nothing. Would be so lovely to be able to have a full nights sleep without being woken up by pain in my shoulders or wrist, then the 5am starts would be more bearable.
Listen to me moaning on again, let's look for some positives:
- Poppy has been walking on your fingers since Wednesday and today has been flying up and down the room, can hardly keep up with her. Perhaps she won't crawl after all, despite being so close to it for weeks, and go straight to walking.
- Holding onto the bars of the closed babygate into the kitchen and watching the dogs go in and out of the dogflap, looking through it like she was in prison!
- Clearly signing 'more' to me after one mouthful of Weetabix at breakfast. And signing it all day for random things that make no sense for her to want more of, she must think that she gets whatever she wants if she does it, bless her.
Ok off to bed BUT will read for a bit. God I am getting old. At least then I'll be away from the temptation of eating any chocolate ;-)
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Day out at hospital
Had to take Poppy for a scan on her kidneys today in the hospital. It involved her having a venflon put into her hand (causing pain despite a cold spray) and a few tears, but luckily there was a nice nurse there blowing bubbles to distract her. Then down to radiology for the dye to be injected. Next was a two hour wait for the dye to reach her kidneys, and the end of which she had to lie still for 20mins in the massive scanner machine. Yes that's right - a 10 month old wriggle, active baby must stay still for 20 minutes. Now bearing in mind we'd not let her nap in the car & she was asleep in the pram when we went back after the two hours, after a bottle, did we really think she's stay asleep when we moved her to the machine? Naievely I did believe she might. I was wrong. It was a close call after lots of shhhh-ing and belly stroking but something caught her attention and that was it. Wide awake.
So back to the ward for a sedative by mouth. Asked the nurse how long it'd take before she felt sleepy, normally takes about 20 mins. Thirty minutes later she was still rolling around the bed waving at the little girl and her mum in the next bed. Finally managed to nurse her to sleep, a feat in itself and impossible without a sedative, and even managed to make it all the way back down to radiology with her in my arms. Until entering the scanner room of course. Then PING! Eyes open, wide awake again. The nurse even said she'd never seen the sedative wear off that quickly. Great - we have a child that wont even sleep with the help of a prescribed sedative...
In the end we had to wrap her into a sheet and two of us hold her pinned down, while poor Daddy had a dead arm from holding her musical mobile above her head when she was in the machine. I have no idea if she was still enough as there were a few definite wriggles, but after 5 hours in the hospital I had gone past the point of caring. We'll see in a few weeks when we see her consultant for the results.
What made it such a difficult day was a particularly unhelpful Radiographer. I dont believe she could have children of her own by the stupid comments and suggestions she was coming out with for us to try and get her to sleep. She's not a toy with an off switch! If only it was that easy. And I felt a completely inadequate mother as i couldnt nurse her to sleep and get her in that bloody machine. I wonder how many people can still rock their child to sleep at her age? Is it because I didnt hold her enough when she was little or is it just that she would never have been a cuddler?
Anyway i managed to resist a chinese takeaway to make me feel better like Daddy did and had some pasta and veg. How much longer I'll stay away from that box of Cadbury's fingers is another story entirely.
So back to the ward for a sedative by mouth. Asked the nurse how long it'd take before she felt sleepy, normally takes about 20 mins. Thirty minutes later she was still rolling around the bed waving at the little girl and her mum in the next bed. Finally managed to nurse her to sleep, a feat in itself and impossible without a sedative, and even managed to make it all the way back down to radiology with her in my arms. Until entering the scanner room of course. Then PING! Eyes open, wide awake again. The nurse even said she'd never seen the sedative wear off that quickly. Great - we have a child that wont even sleep with the help of a prescribed sedative...
In the end we had to wrap her into a sheet and two of us hold her pinned down, while poor Daddy had a dead arm from holding her musical mobile above her head when she was in the machine. I have no idea if she was still enough as there were a few definite wriggles, but after 5 hours in the hospital I had gone past the point of caring. We'll see in a few weeks when we see her consultant for the results.
What made it such a difficult day was a particularly unhelpful Radiographer. I dont believe she could have children of her own by the stupid comments and suggestions she was coming out with for us to try and get her to sleep. She's not a toy with an off switch! If only it was that easy. And I felt a completely inadequate mother as i couldnt nurse her to sleep and get her in that bloody machine. I wonder how many people can still rock their child to sleep at her age? Is it because I didnt hold her enough when she was little or is it just that she would never have been a cuddler?
Anyway i managed to resist a chinese takeaway to make me feel better like Daddy did and had some pasta and veg. How much longer I'll stay away from that box of Cadbury's fingers is another story entirely.
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