- 6 years ago
- Wedding: October 2010
Last night, Dirty Delete projectile vomited for the first time since she was born. (She’s 9 months.) First in her bed–we gave her a bath, changed her sheets, put on clean jammies, and then walking back to her room, she threw up all over the Christmas tree and the floor. Then, a few minutes later all over the bathroom.
She’s fine–was just one of those random baby barfings, but it scared the crap out of me.
Then, she had her 9 month visit today, and her doctor was less than thrilled that she’s not saying “mama” or “dada” or pulling herself up to standing.
She had a blood test, and I turned into a crying mess in the doctor’s office. Thanks hormones, way to kick me when i’m down.
Plus, the new baby is due in 9 weeks. Everything is getting so hard! Holding her hurts my belly. I can’t get comfortable to sleep, and then we get up early and go all day.
I just feel like maybe I’m not doing enough with her, because I’m moving so slowly, and i’m so tired. She’s happy, and well adjusted–she patty cakes, and waves, and all of those other milestones, but she’s more interested in the dog and cat than me at this point.
Darling Husband is going to miss her first Christmas Eve. He probably won’t be home before 11p.m. any night until January.
I’m lonely. I’m tired. And some days, like today, I just feel like I’m screwing everything up.