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Yesterday, Ally had a death wish. She woke up whining and didn't stop (unless she was screaming or crying) for a couple hours. Rob and I both lost our patience, and I about threw her out the window. (not really, but I was close) She improved throughout the day.
We went to the fairgrounds and saw the horse a friend of Rob's shows, and them went on some rides (they have them open all summer on the weekends) When we were on our way home, we told Ally that it was almost time for a nap, and put her in bed when we got home.
For the past 2 years, Ally has fought us at naptime. We usuallly put her in the car and drive somewhere and avoid the fight (yeah, we're horrible parents, blah blah) It's only 2 days a week, and she naps well at day care. But 2 or 3 weeks ago, we tried to get her to lay down on her own, cause she was being a brat and clearly needed a nap, but the car ride didn't work. She pitched a fit and screamed a while, but them she lay down. Now, she naps. For 2 or 3 weekends, she has laid (I know that's horrible english, but don't really care) down with little or no fuss. Today, she didn't even try to argue with me.
It makes me SOO mad. I love it that she naps, but I just want to wring her neck that she couldn't have figured this out long ago. I know it's our fault, but I still want to wring her neck. It could have been this easy all along! Same thing with sleeping through the night. She has only really started that now that Anya is here. and while I was home on maternity leave, she all of a sudden, on her own, decided that it would be okay to lean her head back when I was her hair instead of screaming at me, looking down, and getting water in her eyes. I've been trying to get her to do that forever too.
I know this is the terrible twos, and expected her to annoy me, but not by being cooperative.
Once upon a time, we had 2 cats. I loved them dearly, and Rob tolerated them. Now, one of the cats got an idea in his head that he wanted to play outside all the time. We couldn't have him prowling the neighborhood, so we came up with this idea to keep them in the yard like a dog. We put a dog door in our screen door to the backyard, and strung a wire around the top of our fence. Then we put shock collars on the cats. Of course, the cats are smaller than most dogs, so we didn't know how high to set the voltage. We didn't want to hurt them. So to test it, Rob stood next to the fence and touched the shock prongs. He got shocked, of course. He cussed and dropped the collar and shook his hand, and turned the voltage down a little. And the next time he walked near the fence, he made damn sure he wasn't touching the prongs. In fact, the next time I walked near the fence I looked down at my hands to make sure I wasn't even carrying the collar. (Who am I kidding? The next twenty times I went near the fence I did the same thing) Electric shock (i.e. PAIN) is an excellent teacher of some lessons - even secondhand. (Unfortunately, it only worked on the cats for about a month and a half. The cat decided he was more interested in the field across from the house than staying out of pain, so he jumped the fence anyway - and brought many many dead animals and some live ones back with him, so we had to relocate the cats to a friend's house in the country.)
Until about a month ago, that was the only lesson PAIN had ever taught me.Last night, Anya ate at around 5:15 and stayed awake with Rob afterward looking around at stuff outside. She didn't fall asleep until around 7 or so, which is not unusual. Ally's bedtime did not go well last night (for Rob and I - Ally did just fine) so I was in no mood to stay up longer by waking Anya up to eat. I figured, I would just go to sleep and see how long it took. The next time I looked at my watch, it was 4:00. I rolled over and instantly my boobs hurt.
Last month I had mastitis. I woke up and my right boob hurt, and I felt like shit. Then I got a fever, and it just got worse from there. That was the crappiest I've ever felt, I think. My fever topped at 102.5 thankfully, cause Rob was going to make me go to the hospital if it didn't come down soon. He had to come home from work and help with the kids and help me function. Again - it sucked.
Anyway... This morning, I almost panicked. My boobs hurt and I was hot. I jumped off the couch (where I was sleeping 'cause Anya was asleep upstairs, and I wouldn't be able to hear her in bed unless she was screaming loud enough to wake Ally up too, and no one wants that) freaking out. I frantically felt myself up and concluded that I was just full, and I cannot even express the relief I felt. I was hot because the upstairs is always warmer than my bedroom. But just for that one nstant, I felt like I was walking toward the fence again.
11 hours of sleep. I don't think Ally has ever done that when she hasn't been sick. (Has Ally ever NOT been sick? I can't seem to remember) So now, I worry about Anya sleeping too much. Of course, not too much, 'cause I'm kinda self-centered and have half my brain cheering because there is hope that someday I will sleep again. I had long ago given up on that. She's probably just going through a growth spurt or something.