This article in the May 7 St. Petersburg Times Floridian Online sounds familiar to my situation. I didn't have that man's problems soothing Dorothy when she was first born, and Dorothy doesn't seem to want to sleep as much as his daughter did, but the sense of "when will I get some respite?" almost from the moment Mommy walks out the door is one I completely sympathize with. It's not so much that I don't feel I can handle caring for Dorothy. It's more that I'm often feeling the lack of sleep, and by mid-afternoon I'm bored silly! There's only so much silly faces games and sit-up practice I can do before I'm trying to think of other possibilities, like teaching her to handle email...
Posted by Tom Nugent at June 17, 2004 06:09 PMHey, how come we don't have a burp song? All we have is a poop chant!
While pumping baby's legs up and down to try to get her to move the poop/gas along...
One and two and three and four
Push out the poop and make some more!
Five and six and seven and eight
Now it's time to defecate!
It's amazing what sleep deprivation can do to people.... (Tom made it up, not me!)
Posted by: Elizabeth at June 18, 2004 11:38 AM