If something happens three days in a row, does that mean it's a routine? Because the last three mornings, Matilda has woken up and been all "I'm awake. Let's get a move on." And the last three days, I've gotten up and put her in her crib while I went to the bathroom. These last three days, she's put up with it and folks, I think that means we have a routine. It only lasts 10 minutes, but it's 10 minutes that I'm not required to hold her. My arms thank the routine.
This morning, after The Routine and the morning nursing, I handed Matilda over to Niclas and fled the house. I went to the gym because I figured, hell, I feel great! And these pounds are not just melting off on their own. Guess what, though? 15 minutes on a cross-trainer and I was pretty much cross-eyed. BUT. Niclas managed to get The Fist of Fury to nap, in the sling, around 10AM. It's 1:26 and she's Still! Napping! On him! Which means I've had my limbs and my boobs to myself all morning and now well into the afternoon!
He got her to take a pacifier somewhere in the middle of this epic nap. This is good and bad. It's good for now as it means we're not required to be within boob or finger reach from her, but it also means she might get used to the pacifier and then we'll have to break that habit down the line. But one step at a time here, and right now I'd like that step to involve a little sleep.
What if I told you I have a cold but Matilda, as of yet, does not? Would you suggest I start pumping breast milk for my own consumption as clearly that's what's keeping her from getting sick? Because I'm not about to drink breast milk. But having a head cold on top of The Parental Tired is so not fair.
