Worked on the chest of drawers until 12:30. Came inside, put photos of progress on computer. Went to bed at 1:00. Kylene talked to me until 2:00, when the Unisom finally hit her. She’s been cramping lately. I keep asking if we need to call the Dr, / go to the hospital. No, she wants to tuff it out. I think she’s just afraid of getting terbutalyne (or whatever that drug was) again. Laid awake, feeling my arms, legs, and the dog twitch until 3:00. Kylene flopped alot. And by flopped I mean did three-point pregnant lady whose got about six weeks to go three-point groggy convulsions. Kylene clearly couldn’t get comfortable, even if she was barely awake enough to breathe without assistance.

Shortly after 3, I dozed off. I woke up hoping it was 6 or 7 AM.

It was 4:32, and Elizabeth was crying — the pathetic ‘i’m so tired’ kind of cry. The one where she normally goes back to sleep within ten minutes, and you don’t have to do anything for her. So I laid there, listening to her pathetic whimper-mumble-sing-herself-to-sleep thing.

4:40. 4:50, she’s quiet.

4:54 she’s back at it. Now Kylene’s been aroused from her drug-induced passing out. She’s back to *cough* rolling over. (Trust me, at this point there is no such thing as rolling over for the poor gal.)

On it went, 10 minutes of crying, 4 to 5 minutes of silence, 30 seconds of bed-shaking flopping, silence, then the kid starts up crying again. Repeat. Cry, silence, flop, silence, repeate: cry, silence, flop flop silence. Until 6:00 AM. At this point, I’m angry. I should have drugged myself into slumber. I should have taken a Unisom myself, then I’d be the one barely able to breath on my own and oblivious that for the last hour and a half I hadn’t slept. So at 6, I got up.

Elizabeth had dropped her ‘blankie’ (burp cloth) out of her bed. She was laying on her back, hand rammed in her mouth, crying. She got up, looked over the edge of the crib at the floor –where the blankie was. I picked it up, gave it to her, and she laid back down sucking on it.

I went to close the door and leave the room. Instant scream-fest.

Changed the diaper. Went to put her down, and she starts signing for Milk like there’s not going to be a tomorrow. By this time, Kylene has managed to drag herself out of bed (because it really is a feat for her to get in and out of bed) and is already fixing the bottle. It takes a few minutes for her to return. Kid lunges for her, I hand-off, go lay down in bed. Again, angry that it’s now 6:10, and I’ve slept 1:30, even though I’ve been in the bed for more than five hours.

Got up at 6:45. Went to breakfast. Realized on the way there that I was already having a crappy day.

1:00 PM I’ve had six cups of coffee and I feel like I could fall asleep sitting up. I’d go home, except there I’d have a kid who wants to play, a wife who wants to take a nap (join the club, Flipper), and a million things to do.

*YAWN* I need more coffee.

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