Excuse me if I seem a little wired in this post — a friend I was IMing with asked me if I was on coke because I was typing so fast (wiredness aside I am a pretty fast typist from my days as an office temp – and speaking of office temping, why do they always ask the temp to do the filing? Where’s the incentive to file anything in the right place if you’ll never have to find it again?).
Anyway, where the hell was I?
I haven’t slept (or sleeped as Elby would say) in a long long time. Both the preemies have colds and I, in a valiant attempt to repay my husband for taking some overnights, stayed up all night going from baby to baby in a failed attempt to soothe, feed, keep upright and repeat. The bad news is, I’m completely delirious from lack of shut eye. The good news is I cleaned off our TiVo. Housewives of Orange County finale? Check. American Idol, House, done and done! An old Backyardigans? Guilty.
I brought them to the doctor this morning because Sadie is still only five pounds (although she has already outgrown a couple of preemie outfits) and hadn’t eaten since 11 p.m. She did me a solid by peeing all over the exam table just to prove that she’s not dehydrated. Which was nice. Meanwhile fattie Mattie continues to be double the size of Sadie and will not let something as trivial as a completely congested head stop her from stuffing her face. A girl right after my own heart. I’m going to have to get her an “I Heart Formula” onsie. So they are fine but going back tomorrow to be weighed because I’m incredibly neurotic and “because you can never see newborns too often” says the doctor. Dr. Peter Shulman- for anyone Googling. It’s normal to worship your pediatrician like a God right?
And now, I must pick E up from school.
I’m thinking maybe the doubly blessed part kicks in in year two. I thank God that American Idol is on again tonight because sleep is nowhere on the horizon.