I am tired. Not just sleepy tired. Not just I-stayed-up-late-playing-games tired. I am to the bone tired. I am eyes crossed tired.
Madeleine is six months old. She is at a huge development point in her life. Right now she has two bottom teeth trying to push up (oh please, please push soon), she is saying “bbbbbbbbbbbbbb” but without the “ah” so it’s like she wants to say “bah” but can’t get passed the “b” noise, she is doing mini crunches trying to go from laying down to sitting up. And boy, do we know it. Her little brain is changing and developing and I wish, wish, wish it would hurry the fuck up.
We’ve always had trouble with her sleep, she had colic for a long time, then we settled into four nightly wakings – which I loved. Yeah she woke four times of a night but at least that’s normal for a baby. I accept normality. At six months old, she is now going down for bed just fine, her routine is set and it works. But come 2am boy oh boy she is up til about 6. She’s not even properly awake! She has her eyes shut but kind of thrashes to get comfy. My theory is that she’s in a lighter sleep cycle but wants to stay asleep so fights waking up. And she bashes her face, thrashes and shouts. Not cries, shouts.
Every time you settle her down (child is fed and not wet through) you can guarantee she will be up ten mins later shouting. I love being a mummy, but fucking hell it’s hard some days. It’s exhausting. Painfully exhausting. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fool. I have zero expectations of her sleeping the night and that’s just fine, I don’t want that of her so little. But four wake ups is better than forty four. Or sixty four. Or a bajillion and four like it feels like!
So I’m tired.
On the plus side, Madeleine is beautiful. You cannot fail to smile at her little face, and she is so loving. Always nuzzling for a cuddle or kiss – she kisses by open mouthed head butting your chin so you get all wet and slimy haha. She simply adores Sophie and despite Sophie’s indifference to her (she loves her sister, just thinks she’s sticky) she always tries to laugh at her. Madeleine is a rolling genius now and although she will get upset if in her front too long, she soon works out that she can roll the other way. Always ending in hilarity in the shock on her face when she manages it.
Sophie, my lovely little monkey, is doing fabulously. We had about a week of shitty behaviour so introduced a reward chart. She was messing at mealtimes and barely eating, then asking for biscuits or treats in between. We stopped all snacks between meals and she gets a star for each meal that she finishes 85% of and it’s working. She gets stars for morning/afternoon/evening behaviour. Naughty step is an automatic sad face on her chart and no star. She is such a clever girl as she’s caught on so fast and wants to do well for stars. Her first week showed a massive improvement within two days so Husband took her to the cinema for the first time which of course she loved. Sophie is also more willing to try new foods if stars are promised and I am definitely not above a little bribery.
The biggest news we have is the potty. Sophie’s not yet training but each day after dinner, she now sits on the potty and tries for a wee. Not six weeks ago if you suggested this she would cry. Wouldn’t go near the potty even in clothes. This is born of the bowel issues she’s had since birth. Now she happily sits bare bummed, and after a few mins will stand up and say “no wee wee yet mummy all clean”. She has managed two poops on the potty and no wees so far. Too much information I suppose but I don’t even care. I am so proud that she’s even attempting to sit on it and that’s just fine by me. Lots of encouragement and cheering and she’s getting more confident. I’m following her lead and it’s nice. Hopefully I can have her trained before three!!
Anyway, I’m becoming terrible at updating this blog, life with two is so hectic and I’m praying it’ll slow down a little bit soon and be more manageable. Until then I will be updating when I can. I have so much to tell you all…but my bed is way more important and the duvet has claimed me as one of it’s own.