This was my first week alone. Now, since the hospital, I've had a lot of alone time- Eric working on his truck as well as being with Alex and I, and everyone else being sick and staying away. It's been a rough 4 weeks.
I can't complain too much- I do have an easygoing baby. But it has been overwhelming being at some one's beck and call at least once every three hours to eat, let alone all of the other things that Alex needs.
Last night was rough- Alex kept eating and fussing until midnight, and I had tried everything I could, as calmly as possible, to get him to sleep (Eric coming in and picking him up did the trick at 12:30- at 4, it was putting him on my chest. Again, after trying that an hour ago. Bleah.)
I was so wound up last night, I couldn't sleep once I got the chance, so I racked in a good three hours. Total. Up at 8, early as usual (yes, I know it's not that early. But I don't really sleep in till 9 regardless, it gets too light.)
Eric was really a saving grace last night and this morning- he made breakfast, so I actually got some before 11. Which is important, I have to eat so I can make breakfast/lunch/dinner for someone special.
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