We have been busy over here at Casa Pelota (House of Ball). In June, we bounced back to the hospital for a week, due to a nutrition error (that I've since moved past but really was too angry to blog about at the time). We have mostly been working on finding our way, and learning how to be normal. Normal is so relative, isn't it? In the last three years, our family has undergone a lot of change, and learning to be, "normal" has become our default when emergency mode begins to wear off. We are there again now, learning our new normal. Not going to lie, finding a new normal is exhausting, and getting to that point usually involves lots of tears on my end, some yelling (also usually on my end, Eric is a pretty quiet guy when he's working through things) and lots of productive family conversations. Right now, our biggest barrier is sleep deprivation. Never in my life have I gotten so little sleep. We are averaging a little less than 4 hours a night. You don't r
My beautiful girl, Today was a hard day. This morning, at 2 am- you cried so hard and I didn't know how to comfort you. We had a rough week, and tonight was harder. I am wracked with needing sleep. I am realizing that for me, the night leading to Friday may be the hardest. I am so close to getting at least 5 hours of sleep- I can taste it. Because dad doesn't work Saturdays, I can go to bed after my 2:30 am shift end, and sleep until I wake up (Your brother is pretty good at sleeping in, so long as I am holding him). Last night was different. You were fussy- which honestly isn't you. You are curious, wide-eyed, and sweetly sleepy, or alert and interested. I knew something was wrong. I changed you diaper at 2, and I saw the source of your discomfort. There was blood in your diaper and your g-tube. All I could think was, "Why can't these things happen when we have a nurse here? Why is this only happening at 2 am when I am beyond sleep deprived, and why- after e