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| Monday, June 12, 2006 |
Whew.........
It's safe right? I can leave Kayla alone for 5 minutes now right??
It's 7:30 pm, and I've been home from work for over two hours. Kayla has just finally started falling asleep after keeping Nicki and I up all night, and then Nicki up all day. The child did not want to sleep at all the past day and a half. I think it's cute, don't get me wrong, but the not cute part about it is when she is crying - no wait - screaming bloody murder for no apparent reason. You try rocking her, laying her down, turning the music on, putting a pacifier in her mouth, taking her on a car ride, taking her on a walk while she's in her carseat, holding her, and putting her in her swing. But nothing works. She's still crying her eyes out. Which by the way makes me laugh a little because I'm sick like that. I like to ask her things like "Do you even know what you're crying about?" and "Are you dying?" when she is crying like that.
Then magically it stops. (The guns, they've stopped) Kayla stops crying for no apparent rhyme or reason. She just starts looking up at me with those slate blue eyes and making the cutest little sounds and faces. We walk around the house together for a bit, listen to the new snow patrol album for a minute, lay down on the couch as she looks at my hair and smiles. So then I decide I'll go change her into her little jammy's. I do. I take her back to the living room, and put her in little swing. She's still happy. But there's this familiar look on her face. And then it happens. I realize why she has been happy the last 3 minutes.
She projectile vomits all over the place. I swear, swimming pools don't have that much liquid in them. It's all over everything. I'm freaking out. Our dumb dog (Jango, not Jedi) thinks is dessert time and starts coming over to "clean up the mess". I'm hurrying trying to find a towel while Kayla is laughing at me, the dog is eating her vomit, the radio station is playing a song I hate, and I too am covered in white breast milk. My daughter, the bulimic. She's only 3 weeks old, but Nicki used to love "Full House" and we all know what happened to baby Michelle. They grew up to be the poster children for back rib exposure. I hope Nicki didn't pass the "I want to be just like the girls I see on TV" gene.
So anyway, now Kayla and Nicki are asleep, I'm taking 5 minutes to myself to write this blog, and if God likes, I might get a good night sleep since Kayla just went to bed and has been up forever. Life is good. I'd do it all again tomorrow. Having a daughter is the best thing to ever happen to me. I love her little face. I gave her a nickname last night because it's just so damn cute when she makes noises and cries. I call her "little voice".
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That's awesome...thank you
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honey i wish i could say "shut up you're really exagerating" but you are telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God! Guess we just keep learning right........we are only 3 week old parents
love you baby.......your wife
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wow... I don't know if this scares me or makes me want children. Someday, I'll decide on that. Hope you guys get some extra sleep.
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<3.....that little story made me remember how hard those first few weeks were.....I don't know who cried more...me or the baby.....but it is so worth it =)
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gal dang! can't wait!!