In the past week I have been spit up on, picked boogers from from a nose, cleaned up vomit, and been pooped on (AJ some how managed to get a ton a poop in my lap and none on her outfit). Now while these things while they aren't pleasant they are tolerable - hey it's part of motherhood.
But when your child decides that it would be cute to wake up every twenty minutes from 4:30 in the morning until four in the afternoon one's nerves start to wear a little thin.
The one piece of advice I get from people is "sleep when the baby sleeps" - which is good advice except when your child intuitively knows when you've pulled the covers over you and decides that it would be a good time to have a poopy diaper or cry just for the heck of it. Or worse has decided to only sleep in twenty minute intervals and demands to be fed every time she wakes. Not only does this make me (and her) sleep deprived but it makes it nearly impossible to do dishes, balance budgets or eat lunch without wolfing it down. Growth spurts are hard (sigh).
At least the past couple of days things have been better - she's sleeping more at night and I think I have the whole nap thing figured out. I've also learned that I don't need to respond to every little squawk she makes in her sleep - and even if she doesn't like it when she's awake swaddling her helps her sleep longer.
Like all worth while jobs, motherhood has a learning curve. It's not a matter of knowing text book answers to situations, but getting to know a little person who can't fully express themselves.
