Michelle Smiles

Teaching my children to question authority, except mine.

Catching up

February20

Okay, I said I would catch you all up. Saturday night was a bad night. Sabrina just flat out refused to sleep in her crib – she woke up 6 times between 10 and 11:45pm. I didn’t want her sleeping in the bed because it just makes me nervous. Mom was complaining that she was tired and wanted to sleep. I was frustrated. Sabrina was pissed. It wasn’t a happy place. Around 3am exhaustion won and I put Sabrina in bed with me. I didn’t really sleep though because I was worried about Sabrina smothering or rolling over on her.

As a result of all of that, we were all a little cranky on Sunday. I was so tired I was seeing double.

dsc01614.JPG Here is her cranky self at breakfast. That face cracks me up!

dsc01617.JPG You can see both my hand and my mom’s hand trying to entertain her so that we might finish our cafe con leche. It took quite the effort to keep her happy.
Sabrina had a severe meltdown early in the afternoon – cried for 45 minutes for no reason I could discern and nothing I could do calmed her. I actually seemed to make it worse. At one point she calmed down a little until she saw my face and then lost her mind again. My mom came in and found me crying that she hated me. She took her downstairs so I could take a nap. I realized when I laid down that I was running a pretty high fever so that accounted for my feeling so out of whack. I slept for 2 hours and woke up feeling like a human being again. We had a much better evening and night on Sunday.

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Monday I had to give her back to her foster mom. I managed to hold it together until after I walked away. I sucked it up pretty quickly then headed to the airport. Mindy and her husband (from our agency) were a help and good company on the way to the airport and during our wait for our flight – thanks Mindy! I arrived home around 12:30am.

dsc01625.JPG Final wardrobe change.

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I will post later about my overall thoughts on this trip. It was definitely different than the first and much harder. But I still feel like a piece of me is missing this morning as I sit at the computer and not worry about someone in the bouncy seat beside me becoming extremely unhappy.

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