Sleep has been at a premium these past 3-5 days, my youngest daughter V has been waking every half hour at night to nurse and cry, and barely lets me put her down at any point. I know she is teething, but those top chompers still haven’t come through yet, so all we can do is wait, pray, and give her cuddles or tylenol. Last night was especially hard because every time I would begin to doze off, she would awaken crying, rooting around to nurse, flailing her fists (once hitting my right eye), and thrashing around.
The only way I could comfort her was to twist into weird positions to support her head while she nursed, and rock my body gently to keep her sleeping. After all of that I think I got about 5 hours of sleep at most, so today has been a slow, fibro-flare filled day of more crankiness from her (and me), and needing to sleep. Sadly I haven’t gotten a nap yet, but if I sleep now, we won’t get our Yule tree up, and my eldest J is really looking forward to it, and I don’t want to disappoint her. Luckily I was able to give J some cuddles during the little goblin’s nap-time, but it ended far too quickly for everyone when V woke up again.
I want to keep working on projects for gifts, artwork, decorating, and so much more, but it feels as though I can’t get my footing on a treacherous path, and all I can do is wish for sleep. I hate being so tired, it makes me grouchy with everyone, unable to see the joy or fun of our girls, and generally casts a pall over everything. I just don’t know what else to do aside from keep trying to sleep at night, drink hot strong tea during the day, take a steamy shower when my joints can’t keep going, and pray for respite.