The day started out with a bang with me barely getting any sleep Monday night. Excellent. The night before I actually have somewhere I have to go is the night that Andrew decides to not sleep. I guess I got spoiled with the two nights in a row of 5 hours straight.
Anyway, we got to the office for my 11:00 appt and waited. And waited. And waited. Seriously? Me with my ticking time bomb of a 6 week old sat there waiting while person after person was called back - many of them who arrived after me. I was none too pleased - and Andrew started getting cranked up. I had to take him out of his carseat eventually because he wouldn't settle.
Finally at 11:50 I was called back by the nurse for all the pre-workup stuff. My last time peeing in a cup (yay!). Then I was put in an exam room and told to strip and put a gown on. I did that and had to get Andrew back out of the carseat because he was fussing more. After 10 minutes I decided to change his diaper since it appeared we would be waiting a while.
Finally at 12:15 my doctor came in. She oohed and ahhed over Andrew and then we got to the exam. I held him the entire time (which she said was perfectly fine) and she did her stuff. According to her everything looks great - all healed up. We chatted for a bit about birth control. Not sure what I'm going to do just yet, but she wrote me a prescription for a progesterone only pill and gave me a pamphlet on Mirena. Now J and I need to talk about if we are going to have another little one anytime soon (which would mean it't the pill) or if it'll be a while, or if we're one and done. As tired as I am I can't imagine keeping up with a toddler and a newborn, but I hate the thought of Andrew being an only child and not having a sibling. We'll see...
Anyway, while I had been waiting in the waiting room I had posted a mini vent on FB about it. Well, my physician sister - the one who is still bent about Andrew's name - took offense and posted a comment basically telling me I should be grateful that my doctor takes the time with patients and doesn't rush through appointments and I should cherish the extra time to sit and spend with Andrew. Umm - what??? It took all I had not to comment back with a big eff you. J saw it, however, and commented back. Needless to say it got a little heated, my mom yelled at both of us, and J ended up defriending my sister. WTF? He's still pissed at her for her behaviour after Andrew was born and how she attacked me about his name. He's protective of his family and knows how much it upset me so he is sticking up for me. Not sure what will happen the next time they have to see each other, though.
So, I stopped at the store with Andrew on the way home, got back here, nursed him a bit, finally got him to nap after he was fighting sleep, and attempted to nap myself. Didn't really happen. J skipped the gym and came straight home so I took the opportunity to go the gym myself. I figured I could workout and get tired enough to sleep at night. A 30 minute run (3.16 miles) and some ab work later and I headed home.
Last night was another rough night of trying to get him to sleep. J saw how tired and upset I was and sent me to bed at 11:00 and stayed up with the little man until 12:30. Andrew woke me up at 2:08 and 5:56, so he slept a little better last night.
I attempted to get him to nap in the crib today (unsuccessfully) and now he is snoozing on the couch next to me. Fingers crossed that tonight is a better night...
He spent his time in there kicking his legs and staring at Snoopy, but not sleeping
He prefers to nap next to me on the couch