exhaustion

Last night was another rough night for Baby Jonut and me, so this will be short and sweet. Tonight is Matt's night, and although I'll have to get up to fix a bottle or two, I plan to take advantage of the (sort of) uninterrupted night's sleep. I don't do well on chronic sleep deprivation... seriously, at night I would say I more snarl than speak. I'm ashamed really... of who I am when I'm that tired.

Jonah did well this morning, but never really took his morning nap like he usually does. He slept for about 15 minutes of dressing change, so I was sure he would be more than ready for an afternoon nap. So I gave him his 1:00 bottle, and then he fell asleep about thirty minutes later (like usual). So I went upstairs and laid him down, and he immediately woke up. But he was happy to by lying there, so I just turned on his mobile and turned on the monitor and came back downstairs. But after only a few minutes, I heard him cough and sputter, so I went upstairs and he was lying in vomit. Great. But I reassured him that it was okay and was about to pick him up when he had two more gushers before I could grab him. When I picked him up his sheet, shirt, chest piece, and head were completely covered in gross, stinky Alimentum spit-up. Great. I didn't know what else to do so I had to call Matt to come home. He needed to have his face, head, and chest bathed, and I knew I couldn't do that and not get the rest of his bandages completely soaked without another set of hands. So I rewrapped one arm and entertained his little vomit-covered self on the changing table until Matt got home. And then Matt and I rewashed his pukey parts and rewrapped his chest. Sigh.

And we had to put him in his bouncy chair to watch some Noggin while we cleaned up the aftermath and put new sheets on his bed.

By the time we got all that done, it was 3:00, and Jonah was EXHAUSTED.

Seriously, I had to call his name about five times to get him to even acknowledge my presence. He wouldn't even blink. He was just staring all glassy-eyed into the TV.

And then he finally looked at me.

(Please notice the bib. Who knew a teething baby would drool so much? We have to keep the bib on him or otherwise he'll slobber through not only his shirt, but also his absorbent bandaging. Not good.)

He did sleep for over two hours this afternoon though. I guess that's what no naps, a bath, a dressing change, a puke fest, another partial bath, and another partial dressing change will do to you. Poor thing.

He looks...

... like I feel.

So I'm going to bed now. I feel like I could sleep for 48 hours.