Didn't sleep well | makingbabycoutts's Blog

I'm up early. Daddy Coutts woke me in the wee hours. He was up and down a few times. I think he almost fell out of bed at one point. I can remember waking a couple of times hearing him knocking things over on the bedside table and out of the window sill.

I put a small weight (shaped like a small stack of US dollar coins) in the corner to keep the curtain closed because it is sucked or blown from the window and then people walking by look in and down onto whatever's in sight. I think it was over the weekend that I told him I wanted to put something there. I mentioned his small weight (a small but heavy cube of metal) but he said we didn't need it because he could just poke the sheet curtain into the corner of the window sill.

I didn't tell him that I had put the weight into the sill. Guess I thought he'd be more observant but it's my fault for not telling him it was there. He pulled on the curtain in the wee hrs and it fell. I heard something clatter loudly like broken glass. I heard him grumble "what the hell was in the window?" 

There were a couple of instances like that where he did something that made a noise that woke me and irritated him. I finally just stayed up because I was getting tired of waking up. I wasn't mad at him or anything, I just need my own bedside table back.

I get thirsty so I keep something to drink by the bed. I don't have a table to sit it on so I put it in the sill but it's over my head and uncomfortable and inconvenient to reach when I'm laying down. It also looks tacky in the window from outside, I'm sure.

I try to drink the last of my drink before I fall asleep so the glass will be empty. I want to have something to drink for when I wake up in the middle of the night thirsty but I can't because he'll knock it over.

He has been tryin to snatch up my bedside table from the beginning with excuses as to why his need for it is greater than mine. It's all smoke up my ass but what do I care? He paid for the house the bed is in so why knit pick, ya know? How minor and petty is that. Ya pick your fights.

Doodles cried hungry in her crib this mornin so we started with a bottle first thing. Normally I change her diaper first but she was still trying to sleep and I was inclined to let her. I made her a bottle and myself another cup of coffee. She woke again a few hours later.

I'm trying to pay more attention to what pattern I am following with her. I like that we start with happy greetings and "good morning smiles" first thing, then after changing her diaper waking up slowly with low volume tv and toys, not a lot of stimulation at first.

After awhile when she gets hungry we take a bottle and a morning nap (that's usually when I start making myself ready for the day). I need to change that to feeding her solids, then taking a quick sponge bath before the morning nap, followed by a stroller ride in the afternoons.

There is still one thing I haven't figured out yet, and that's how I'm supposed to get her in that stroller up those steps. If I take the steps backwards then she wants to flop forward and if I try to take them head on the wheels stop against the front of each step.

 Daddy Coutts woke and came out to see her. She lights up when she sees him first thing in the morning. I think that's when she is her most beautiful, when she's smiling at her Daddy.