so…..

Murphy is in her own little world.  She doesn’t seem to want to run on ‘my’ time.  It’s unfortunate – coz I rather like ‘my’ time – but she does not.  her sleeping patterns have been getting ever so more unpredictable over the past week or two – to the point where she will ‘happily’ cry for at least 45 minutes before finally dropping of into nod land.  Don’t get me wrong – she is not actually happy as she cries – she is in a state of pure tiredness, stubbornness, and just four month oldness.  It’s a trying time for her. And me.  We have tears – she has tears, and I have tears.  In turn – Madison has tears, and wow – lookee there Mackenzie has tears.  So – our household is quite wet.  A small share in Kleenex has been taken out.  This will not last for long.  We all have reasons for our tears – the number one being – OVERTIREDNESS.  That demon.

Murphy may or may not be hungry.  She can’t vocalise in a language that I am familiar with.  unfortunate. I gave her a bottle of formula (a whole 125ml) on Saturday at 4:30pm, after she had spent the best (and worst) part of the day screaming at the top of her little lungs.  She guzzled it down, and then fell into a deep sleep which lasted until 12 midnight.  The downside – she didn’t poo for four days (oh – and when she did – it was a whopper!).  So of course – I – ever the worrier – panicked that my milk supply was low – so I pumped like a cow – 280ml later – my milk supply is fine.  I am fine.  Cross off that worry.  Good. So – she is now the lucky owner of a baby hammock.  The jury is still out on how well it works – but she had a huge sleep yesterday. Not so huge today.  In fact – she screamed for two hours this morning.  I had a shower.  I had to not hear her.  She finally dropped off to sleep.  Peace .

It is now 5:30pm.  Murphy seems to think that 2 hours of sleep is enough for a four month old.  She is wrong.

Okay – so it’s now the next day.  I can’t begin to describe the emotional turmoil happening right now inside me.  So I won’t.