It’s been a rough week. My girl had her wisdom teeth out Tuesday. And it’s been as much fun as you’d think.
She’s been handling eating weird food and being in pain pretty well.
I noticed bruising yesterday.
She looks very chipmunky. If that’s a word. Well, even if it’s not. I made it up cuz it’s true. Chipmunky chipmunky chipmunky. : )
The first night, we both crashed on the sofa bed in the living room, so I’d know if she got up or was in pain.
But from then on, I let her sleep in her bed and *I* slept on the sofa bed so *I* could get up in the night and give her meds and not disturb the hubs. And after four nights of being up at all hours with her, I see even more clearly why young women are the ones to have babies, because I have been a zombie. I can’t even fathom the months and months I stumbled along hanging by a thread when my kids were babies. How did I do it?!
But since the Mr didn’t have to get up for work today, I decided to sleep in my real bed. Delightful I have to say. My sofa bed is ok, because I replaced the mattress with a much better one. But after a long night, it’s still a sofa bed. Clearly I was sleeping hard and having a little trouble remembering exactly where I was because…
…I woke up at 1am, popped my head up and said “what are you doing here?!” to the hubs. And then I got my bearings and said “oh yeah, I’M here” and giggled and went back to sleep. He has no memory of our little one sided chit chat in the wee hours.
But he got a kick out of it this morning.
Can’t decide who is lacking more wisdom. The girl…or me.
