B.Y.O.B.

It's been a tough week around here for night time sleep. Grace has been having screaming fits, sometimes in the evening and sometimes during the day. She isn't a big time screamer, more of a low level fusser. So much so that I took her to see Dr S on Tuesday to rule out an ear infection or possibly teething. When she turned down nursing I was getting worried. She checked out fine though and the doc put on his sleuth hat and asked me if anything had changed lately. At first I said no and then I remembered the probiotic drops I started her on a month ago, she ran out the previous week. I saw a few changes, but it was unclear whether they were just her tummy growing more mature or the drops. I can say for sure now that the drops make a huge difference in how she feels. I have to order them from Clarks Pharmacy, and they are a little pricey, $35 for a months supply, but worth it.

James and I are also feeling a bit on the tense side. Just one of those weeks where we are getting on each others last nerves. The lack of sleep isn't helping. Our schedule's are super crazy now and it's getting to us. I think we are doing the best we can, but I'm going to try to tweak a few things to make it easier for us both. With work for him and then cleaning, we just have no time in the evenings. That means we have to cram quality time as well as well as errands into two weekend days and it's not happening. Thankfully we have plenty of family to give us a hand with Grace and with cleaning when we need a break. Thanks Kim and Alex!

So here I am on a Sunday night facing another week. The good thing is the kiddo, as well as the hubby are asleep and I'm enjoying a Woodchuck Cider for the first time in almost a year. It's nice to have a few minutes to myself. I adore every second with my daughter, but a little break is needed tonight.

Beginning

I have discovered since Grace was born, three months ago, that I can talk about little else.   I don't want to become one of those moms so obsessed with their children they lose touch with their husbands and everyone else around them, yet here I am. The hubs and I are fine, despite the fact that in a sleep deprived rage I flipped out on him this morning. He earned it, trust me. I find myself going to write something  for my other blog and wondering if any of my knitting friends, my primary readers, care to hear about breastfeeding and milestones. Considering few of them have small children, I doubt it      

My other reason for a new blog is for myself and for Grace. I want a record of this crazy, precious, all too short time when she's small. A new blog for my new life and my journey in recreating it for my new family.

I can't promise quality or quantity, but I will promise honesty.