It's late an dI'm fried and this may or may not be entirely coherent but please know I am still here, i'll be here for you every day but i am having to just take a pause on the nos for a while.
Evoli is not sleeping well. I haven't had more than 2 hrs sleep at a time for MONTHS. I am really struggling during the day, just praying for the time to go by fast so Jess will come home and save me from the children. My house is a wreck, laundry not done, dishes not done. It's very hard for me to want to be motivated at all to do any of those things. It's just that I happen to like clean underwear.
We are trying to "sleep train" her, to get her to start the night out in her crib and stay there (would be nice to get 6 hours, but hell, 3 would be nice at this point). We are both exhausted and it's starting to wear on our relationship.

This baby can scream like a stuck pig, she squeals and screams at the same time, it's ear piercing.
I just don't know HOW to get her to sleep more than 90 minutes at a time. So it goes every 90 minutes she's up to nurse to sleep. I don't think she's hungry, she loves table food and eats a ton. We give her a night time snack as well.
I can't wait till she sleeps like Noah. I am so tired.
So, for now, I'm letting the eating slide (not so strict, I'm obsessing about it and it's causing my anxiety levels to skyrocket, among many other things).
I will check in every day to cheer you on. Who knows, maybe I'll have a better time in a few days?.... I'm NOT leaving, don't worry.
Today I did well until the afternoon. The stress of no sleep plus Evoli not wanting to nap and Noah spending the entire day angry because he couldn't find a certain toy car and me worrying about my weight and trying to meet walking with my friends (this totally disrupts my morning routine, which is another reason the laundry/dishes sit there) and Dh saying he would come home early at 1pm to give me a break and then not show up till after 5, well, I ate oreos, dammit. I ate them. 11 of them. With milk.

And I completely don't care.
I know this has got to be sleep deprivation talking. It's late here anyway and she's still screaming with Jess in the rocking chair.
Being a parent is surely the hardest thing I've ever done. I love them so much, they are my everything but dang what I would do for just one night of 4 or more hours of sleep.
Even dh is not sleeping, because he hears/feels us tossing around nursing and such.
Ugh. I hate to be a complete downer. I've tried to hang in there and push all this stuff off and the food is just one thing that is causing me great anxiety. I dont' think I will eat seconds or have a ton of dessert (since I really dont' like the aftereffects of those anymore) but I am not going to completely obsess over every morsel that passes my lips.
So there you have it, my complete late night freak out and prayers that she finally starts sleeping some (please... if there is a God and he loves me like they all say, he will help me out here in this sleep department!)
Anyway, I am wishing you many happy green N days and I'll be right here still.

{FarmerHal} ...previously Shamrockmommy...
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