Boy we have had a rough couple of weeks. Mars was incredibly fussy and clingy for at least a week (it all blends together and I can’t remember exactly how long). He is usually such a cheerful sunshiny smiley guy that having him be constantly fussy really wore me down– I’m just not used to having a fussy baby. Finally last Thursday Max had a doctor’s appointment to catch up on a vaccine and I had the doctor look in Mars’ ears– big time ear infection. So after several days on antibiotics, he is his cheerful self again. That said, we have developed some bad habits and now every night he ends up in bed with me. It’s a vicious cycle– I am so tired from having him in bed with me (not relaxing at all because he is squirmy and every time he moves around I jolt awake to make sure he isn’t going to fall off the edge, plus his preferred sleeping position is on top of me), that when he wakes up in the night I just take him to bed with me instead of dealing with the hours of crying involved in re-training him to sleep in his own bed involves.
He also decided to wean himself in the last few weeks. I did intend to stop nursing around 18 months anyway, but I am surprised at how little effort it took on my part– he just lost interest in it. He’s perfectly happy to be glued to me 24/7 with a pacifier in his mouth, no breastfeeding required.
Due to my weeks of no sleep, I ended up with a head cold and for several days in a row woke up with a pounding head and no voice.
M has been spending all weekend every weekend trying to finish rebuilding the front deck. This has also been exhausting for me because he is occupied all weekend and I don’t get much of a break from the kids to accomplish anything. Then, on Sunday afternoon he fell hard on the deck frame and badly injured his left hand. He came inside and iced it and took some ibuprofen but it was still very swollen and I strongly advised him to go to urgent care. Two hours later they insisted he go to the hospital because it was broken in three places and he might need surgery immediately. Fortunately the ER doctor was less concerned, put a cast on him and referred him to a specialist for later in the week. We are hoping he doesn’t need surgery, but either way he is pretty limited in what he can do with only one hand, both at work (one handed typing!) and at home. Max is self sufficient enough that M is mostly ok with doing things for him, but Mars is a two handed kid. He’s very squirmy and fights getting his diaper changed, he constantly tries to climb things he shouldn’t and needs rescuing, and requires two handed help in the bathtub.
So it’s been a wild time around here, but hopefully from here things will get better.