Kiersten’s Blog

5:00 a.m.  I’m awoken by a screaming baby.  The assumption: he’s hungry.  I’m not so sure, though.  He had woken me up at 2 a.m. and I had assumed the same thing, but he fell asleep before he was done eating.  So at 5, I’m not sure if I really want to feed him.  I think I would rather go back to sleep.  I would always rather go back to sleep.  I head out to the living room to decide my fate.  Then I hear a 3 year old calling me.  “Doomed,” I think.  I go into the pre-schooler’s room where she says to me, “Just rub my back for a little while.”  I do for a second, but I still have a screaming baby.  I tell her I’ll be back when he’s done eating.  I go back to the living room where the baby falls asleep before even attempting a feeding.  Fine with me.  I go back to rub the girl’s back and then bring the baby back to bed with me.  “I just need to buy an hour,” I think.  The next thing I know, it’s 7:30 (TWO hours later) and I’m waking up on my own, sleeping baby still on my arm.  I go in to check on the princess and she’s out cold.  Oh blessed morning!  I get up and feed the baby.  The princess doesn’t climb out of bed until 8:15.  Oh how I love sleeping in!