Do you ever wake up in the morning more tired than you were when you went to bed? If you're a mama reading this, I know you have. And if you haven't, then please don't comment because you will be hunted down by many angry, sleep-deprived mamas who want to smash you over the head with a blunt object.
Last night the ladies and I woke up somewhere between 4 and 10 trillion times. It was insane. I couldn't be more tired if I hadn't even slept. I am trying to have a new attitude about all of these night-time shenanigans. Instead of getting crazy angry about them, I'm trying to embrace them and--gasp!-- appreciate them. Rocking babies back to sleep, even countless times a night, and shushing scared toddlers back to sleep, even countless times a night, is the trenches of motherhood. It's not fun, not by a long shot, but this is work I do, day in and day out (or should I say night in and night out?).
As for Eloise's appointment with the pediatrician yesterday, we learned a couple of things. First, the booty rash that we have been powdering diligently with medication for yeast is not, in fact, yeast. It is a strep rash. Now my poor girl is taking antibiotics. I was a bit miffed about this because the girl's regular pediatrician, who we saw yesterday, took one look at it and new immediately it wasn't yeast, but the girl who we saw last week (she works with the regulr doc and is an ARNP/ND) said it was yeast. FYI-- if your babe ever has a bright red rash that looks like yeast you should look in the creases on their bottom area. If there is no rash in there, it may not be yeast and may, in fact, be strep, which is more serious. I've been taking probiotics and trying to figure out how to get them directly in Eloise (on top of the two other meds she is now taking twice a day!) to help counter-act the harmful stuff about antibiotics. They also said Eloise should keep taking the Pepcid (we switched to that from Zantac a couple of weeks ago) and we will also be going in to get a big wedge for her to sleep on. Sigh. I keep getting told she will soon outgrow this. I'm just waiting . . .
In other news all together I came up with the exceedingly brilliant idea to have my mother fly out and stay here with us when Matt goes on his next business trip. This next time he will be gone for a week and I just can't imagine how I would stay sane without help for a whole week, so I am attempting to "bring in the big guns" as they say. She hasn't given me an answer, yet, but I am keeping my fingers crossed. I adore her to pieces and I still love letting her mother me, even though I'm pushing 30 and have two children of my own.