For the record, we’ll save 67 dollars a month by sending Elliot to the child care place I mentioned earlier. FSU raised their fees and we’re not going to get in anyway. Besides, this woman, who used to only go up to a year old, now takes kids until 18 months. By that time, I might be off work for kiddo #2 anyway.
I think Elliot likes the new chair. At first, he seemed skeptical about the vibrating. Also, he’s trying to wake up but I am trying to get a few things done so while I’ve got him in there, he alternates between fussing like it’s the most uncomfortable thing in the world and sound asleep, peacefully and with a slight smile.
Yesterday, I went to the store for lunch items and forgot to buy milk, which we really needed. I then forgot to get the box of Hamburger Helper (healthy, I know) that we were going to have for dinner. Today, while at Target, I forgot to buy batteries so both the vibrating seat and the swing can be utilized for maximum infant control. Er, I mean, comfort and entertainment. Yeah, that’s it. But the point is, bordering on about 4 hours of interrupted sleep per night plus most evenings being jam-packed full of cleaning while the husband holds the baby, making dinner, and all the while trying to keep a wide awake 9 week old from breaking down into a horrific scream fest out of sheer boredom, makes me ultra-forgetful. And it scares me sometimes the things I forget. Being on the mini-pill now, I have to take it within at least 3 hours of the normal scheduled time (which for me is 10 PM, set on my phone as a reminder with very annoying alarm) or else use back up contraceptive for 48 hours. I must have forgotten it one time this week because when I went to take last night’s pill, Saturday was still there. Except I know I took it Saturday because I had just woken from a short nap and was watching The Island and was slightly annoyed at missing something while I trekked to the bathroom. All should be ok, since I spent the beginning of last week sick as a dog and rather unwelcome to anyone, let alone my husband. But come on, brain, you can’t go forgetting to ward off another baby; it’s just too darn soon.
On that note, the girl who was working my job part-time, just until I could go back in January, was also pregnant. She was due sometime late December. I know I mentioned it in the last post but, well, he was indeed born this weekend at 32 weeks. I hear that they are both doing fine and he even gets to come home this Friday. He must have been really healthy already. But the point is, who’s doing my job? It’s a slow time right now but it’s going to pick up soon with freshmen registration right around the corner and soon enough, grades will be due from the TAs. I might have to help a little but no matter what, I’m not going back early; I earned this time off and I’m taking it. I want to enjoy my remaining time with Elliot; take joy in all his little noises – the ones he makes more and more – and walk him, and do tummy time and smell his little head, and remind myself that they don’t stay little forever. And with that, I’m going to go wake him up now.