Ahhhhh this child. Yesterday she only took one nap, so I knew it would mean an early bedtime. Last night went like this:
7:00 - lights out, nurse to sleep
7:30 - in bed! Yay, that was quick, now I can go downstairs and make my tea and talk to Adam.
7:50 - awake. Dammit, that was only twenty minutes. Haven't finished my tea. She's going back in her crib for a while longer.
8:40 - finally asleep and in bed again after nearly an hour of nursing and walking. At least I can go back downstairs and finish my tea.
8:50 - awake. Again. AHHHHH. To hell with it, I'll just get in bed with her.
9:30 - finally. Asleep. Aaaaannnnd here comes Adam making enough noise to wake her up.
11:45 - yes, ELEVEN FORTY FIVE. She finally went to sleep again after hours of walking, nursing and frustration.
6:45 - awake for the day!
And of course she was fussy and grumpy all morning. I was seriously about ready to give her to the next gypsy I saw. We had breakfast... well, actually, I had breakfast and she ate a few bites and kept signing "more" but then wouldn't eat anything I offered her more of. And after breakfast I carted her upstairs to take a nap.
Nursing a toddler is like trying to nurse an octopus. There are legs and arms flailing everywhere. Well, I was already feeling a bit put upon by the previous 14 hours' ordeal, so nursing an octopus was kind of like the icing on the cake.
Then all of a sudden, Avery stopped nursing, pulled my face down and went "mmmmm-mmah!" (her kisses) and started giving me kisses over and over and laughing. Oh my god, she can melt my heart. I decided I would keep her after all.
I'm pretty sure she is popping another tooth out. Two and a half down, twenty five to go. Hold me. Or better yet, send cookies! (For me, not the baby. For the baby, perhaps you have some kind of heavy duty tranquilizer??)