Well, not really. Evelyn is sick. She cut a tooth last night (or rather, around 4 this morning) and is in the beginning stages of an ear infection, thanks to all the tooth-related congestion. We're not doing a whole lot, but sometimes not doing a whole lot takes a lot of time.
First, there was a half hour wait before we got our things together to go to the pediatrician. Then there was the visit itself. Then the trip to Schnucks (did you know they have free generic antibiotics?), then we got home around 11. Evelyn's been sleeping in roughly half-hour intervals, but even that sleep isn't particularly restful. It's punctuated by coughing and snorting. Then when she wakes up enough to fuss, I nurse her because she hasn't been eating much. Then she falls back to sleep because she can breathe at last and we do the whole thing over again.
Her pediatrician told me that she was healthy enough to go to daycare, but I made the decision early on not to take her. It seems silly for her to be miserable at daycare when I can give her my undivided attention, time at the breast and carry her around as much as she wants and get her to sleep more frequently (if not better) than they can at daycare.
I think I'll try to take a nap. Note that the operative word here is try. I'm smart enough to know it ain't gonna happen, but hopeful enough to try.
This boring post brought to you by the letter S for SLEEP (I need some) and the number 4:30, which is when I went to bed last night/this morning.
