11:30 - Hubby came home from work, and said he'd gotten a tick on him apparently earlier in the day when scouting for hunting and hadn't noticed it until at work someone saw it buried in him. So I spent until midnight trying to help him get it out even though I was exhausted.
Midnight - Hubby stays up to finish trying to get the tick out (he ends up ripping it in half so it lets go because it's dead) and to eat. I cuddle up in bed for about 15 minutes that I spent praying, when Uriah wakes up (his crib is in our room). I get up about 3 times to stick his paci back in until I start bawling from being tired and just pick him up and hold him.
12:30 - Hubby goes to take a shower in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, and every noise he makes makes Uriah stir.
1am- Finally lay the baby down asleep soundly and crawl into bed.
4:30am- Baby starts to get fussy, snorting and crying while farting. I assume gas pains, give him his paci and go back to bed.
5am- Baby hasn't stopped fussing so I just decide to get up and make him a bottle. He drinks 5oz and goes back to sleep.
7:15am- Uriah is getting fussy again so I get up and start his bottle. I feed him at 7:25 to get a little head start because I have a hair appointment at 8:30. He's fed by 7:40 (only 1.5oz because of his 5am feeding) and I put him in his rock n play since it's inclined and tell my sleeping husband to tend to him while I shower.
8am- Showered and dressed and starting to work on hair and makeup, I'm done by 8:20 and head out the door.
8:25am-I arrive in the pouring rain at the hair salon. No one is there. I had an appointment with a girl there for her to help me cut the lace front of a wig a bought and teach me how to wear a wig. I have psoriasis and decided to self treat with UV lights in a tanning bed by buzzing my hair, and just wearing a wig to cover it, so this appointment was very important to me.
9am- No one has shown up yet and I'm livid. I leave a note saying I came but no one showed, and leave. I get home 5 minutes later and vent to my husband about how I hate this town because everyone is nice to your face but only really cares about themselves. It's his hometown so he says nothing and just understands the woman shouldn't have stood me up.
9:15am- I get a text from the hair stylist saying she'll be there at 10. I don't text back.
9:15-10:30am- I rock the baby in his rock n play to keep him asleep while checking my emails, Baby center, fitnesspal, Facebook, etc. and watching a few youtube videos. I also eat 10 crackers with peanut butter and a glass of orange juice for breakfast.
10:30am- Time to feed the baby. He drinks 4 oz and gets very talkative and happy after his bottle. Hubby gets up hearing all the noise baby is making and I see a good opportunity for little guy's bath. I hand him over to hubby and prep the bath, which involved steaming up the bathroom with hot water from the shower, getting his bathtub temp right using a thermometer, setting up his lotion, Vaseline, new outfit, new diaper, and a towel, and getting 2 washcloths, one to lay on his chest and one to wash him with.
11am- I take baby and get him naked and into his bath, washing him. I invited hubby to watch so he could learn how to give him a bath without the kid screaming, but he watches 10 seconds and walks away.
11:30am- Baby is clean and dressed, wanting his paci. I hold him on the couch and let him fall asleep while hubby puts in Harry Potter: Chamber of Secrets. I put Uriah in his pack n play once he's out to get him used to it instead of the rock n play that he's getting too big for, and watch the movie with hubby.
12pm- I make hubby and myself grilled cheese sandwiches. Hubby's Stepmother texts me asking if I got the hairdresser's message. I snap telling hubby we have to move. He smirks and says sarcastically "You don't like it here?" I say "No everyone is in everyone's business," and tell him about the text, saying it's none of step mother in law's business about my hair appointments. I text back "Yes after 9" She texts back "Can you make it back up there at 12:30?" I resist the temptation to ask her when she started working for the hair dresser and text "No thanks." She doesn't text back.
1pm- I pack hubby's lunch for work, make coffee, and start Uriah's bottle.
1:30pm- I feed the baby who doesn't want to burp for anything but he finishes 4oz. We get 12 cans of formula delivered (only $133!).
2pm- The movie ends and hubby goes to work, leaving me and the baby.
2:15-3pm- The baby and I play on the activity mat, leaving him on his back and trying to get him to follow certain toys with his eyes, making his hand bat the hanging toys, turning him over for tummy time. I hold him while watching an episode of Chopped online but can't finish it before he starts fussing. I walk around the house bouncing him and singing "Part of Your World" from Little Mermaid. He giggles between cries & starts to 'sing' with me. I turn on Wings (we borrowed the DVD set from my mother) and lay down on the couch with him, both on our sides and try to get him to sleep.
5pm- We wake up and I realize I missed his 4:30 feeding time. I quickly make him a bottle, feeling a lot better after a 2 hour nap, and he eats 5oz.
5:30pm- We start more playtime on his back on the activity mat. He turns his front half on his side which he does often, and spits up. I clean it up while he laughs. He then notices the TV is on and watches while trying to roll his butt which he hasn't ever done before. I think the cloth diapers weigh him down. Today he manages to though! He got his butt all the way over but couldn't get his shoulders to turn. Ah well. Half way to rolling from back to front!
6:30-7:30pm- Uriah is asleep, and I start chores. Laundry, folding diapers, putting away diapers, eating dinner (rolls & cookies), dishes including bottles, cleaning up after his bath from earlier. I check my emails, Facebook, & babycenter again. I realize it's his feeding time again and start this blog post before making his bottle. I also check my voicemails. 1 from the hospital where we owe $980 for a 2 night stay when they were diagnosing Uriah's VUR, and 1 from my endocrinologist in Missouri saying I have an appointment there Thursday (2 hrs away) & I remember I have to have blood work done by tomorrow that I haven't done.
7:40pm- I start feeding the baby and writing this post at the same time while watching Wings, laundry & dishwasher going. Uriah eats 6oz... He normally eats 4 at each feeding, so the extra ounces per feeding makes me wonder if his fussiness is due to a growth spurt or just gas like I thought, and he's just making up for sleeping 6+ hours the last 3 nights.
8:05pm- We practice sitting up on my lap. He spits up quite a bit and I have to change his clothes. We practice gripping with a rattle. He holds onto it really well but doesn't care about it really. It's just something to grab. I try to trim his nails. They're too long to clip, but long enough for him to scratch himself. I can't find his nail file right away so I figure it can wait. I text my mother a pic of Uriah rolling his butt over and she loves it.
8:15pm- Uriah and I interact vocally. The cat walks across the activity mat- mental note to clean it later. We take a few house 'tours' where I let the baby look around.
8:30pm- I hold Uriah while he sucks on his paci & I surf the net again. The cat starts playing with the baby's toys (great, more cleaning) & banging the bathroom cabinet doors by hitting them with her paw to get attention. I change his diaper 3 times in 30 minutes.
9pm- Uriah goes down for his nap & I change the litter box, feed the cat, switch over the laundry, and prep his bottles for the night (fill with distilled water & dry the ones from the dishwasher). Watch tv while picking up the house. Check the crib and our bed for brown recluses. Turn on night light & fan for noise for when Uriah goes to bed at 11. Watch an episode of Masterchef. Wash off my wasted makeup and brush my teeth. Hold Uriah until he falls back asleep again when washing my face wakes him up.
10:30pm- Uriah's feeding time. I give him his daily antibiotic after burps. I also put a liner in his diaper since he should poop in the morning (he poops every other morning like clockwork).
11:15pm- Laying Uriah down for bed in his crib. Hubby would normally be home by 11:35, but he's going to walmart after work. I was going to this morning but my legs were too sore from working out for the first time since childbirth yesterday. Going to bed without him.
Here's to hoping little man sleeps through the night well tonight! :)