back to my weekend....sunday night mikhai and i played in my bed for a while to wear him out. at one point i was holding him, or rather trying to, and he would not be still. he kept flipping from side to side and turning himself when he crawled himself out of my arms. he then crawled to the end of the bed and proceeded to fall asleep where he lay. it was so unexpected, it was cute. but being the little terd that his is, as soon as i touched him to move him into his bed so he didn't fall, he woke up. and no amount of cuddling or patting the back would make him go back to sleep. so we played some more. and he did it again. this time he stayed asleep enough for me to get him into bed.

he didn't sleep for shit sunday night though. he would sleep for maybe an hour and then he would wake up crying. i'd give him the bottle and he'd go back to sleep, but ten, maybe fifteen minutes later he would do the same thing again. he'd do this about three or four times and then sleep for another hour and the whole process would start over again. lemme tell you, this type of schedule is really draining. i swear my brain never settled during the night enough for me to get REAL sleep. i was afraid yesterday at work that i would fall asleep at my desk! lol

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last night was much better. at least i felt rejuvinated when i got up for work this morning. i said a prayer before i went to bed and asked God that my poor baby at least sleep be able to sleep for a few consecutive hours and he did. he slept, i believe, almost three hours. at one point early this morning, he was in the bed with me and fell asleep on his back lying across my hips. if he was comfortable, i was fine with it...lol.

he seemed to be in better spirits this morning though, when i took him to my sister's since the daycare wouldn't let him come back yet. i'm so happy to see some of the happy baby that i know come back and make his presence known.

well she wound up going with me cuz i had no idea where cook's was. we get there and they check us in, take his temp rectally (he did NOT like that), ask a million and one questions about what's going on with him then tell us to wait. that's the really fun part. not long after they did all this they put us in a room and you get excited. great, we're in a room and it won't be long and the dr will be in to see us. yeah. right. we were in that room for over an hour listening to my poor baby cry and scream in the many different octaves that his little voice can reach. you can only stay composed for so long before you have to just cry with him. it's amazing how a mom can translate a cry into feelings. most of the time that we were in there his cry was "i'm uncomfortable and can't do anything to fix it". after about an hour of being there his cry escalated into "mommy i hurt make it it go away!" that's when you have to cry with him. when the doctor finally came in i was impressed. he started talking and mikhai got quiet, just listening to him. he did the exam and said that he had a stomach virus that had turned into two ear infections. but he hadn't been pulling at his ears at all, so i didn't know. he was a very nice man. he asked me if i had any questions, i said "just make him better".

they put some drops in his ears and finally let me feed the poor guy. he hadn't eaten since like 7:30 and it was going on 12:00 when we saw the dr. when the nurse brought in the Rx slips for him she handed me the one for the ear drops, told me about it and how often to use it. then she handed me the one for the amoxicillin. then she handed me another one and said "this one is for mom". it reads "mother needs to go out once a week for whatever she wants to do...grandma to babysit" that brought out a smile on my face during an otherwise bleh day. when we got home mom and dad took care of him so that i could take a nap since i hadn't slept and i was running on exhaustion fumes.

saturday night: there was no sleep to be had. he spent the entire night on my bed tossing and turning and crawling over me and crying and fussing and not eating and not sleeping and no matter what drugs i put in this boys system he was not happy.

sunday: since i really didn't go to sleep, i can't really say a time that we got up, but i checked his temp at about 9:00 and it was 100.0 so i gave him some more tylenol and tried to go see if my mom could help me get him to sleep. but she was sleeping and i know she hasn't been sleeping very well since she's sick so i didn't want to wake her. i had to put mikhai in his crib and go downstairs. i had to get away. needless to say he's screaming his head off at this point. but i called the 24hour answering service for my doctor's office and explained what his symptoms were and the lady said that the dr on call would call me back. not ten minutes later the answering service called and said that i needed to take him to cook's ER now. okay that doesn't sound foreboding or anything. at this point i'm crying when i go tell my parents who went to get mikhai cuz he was crying. i'm just so frazzled at this point. mom said don't worry about it, they would pay for it. that's good.

friday: get to work and have more things to do that i have hours to do them. so i try to get as much done as i can without going crazy. i was anticipating my weekend. i was ready to spend it with mikhai again. but it wasn't very much fun. after work we picked mikhai up from daycare and took him home. then mom went to the dr cuz she is not feeling well now. he slept for the next 2 hours. first sign that things are not normal. when he woke up he was burning up so i gave him some tylenol. he was fussy for the rest of the night, but he's been teething really bad so i didn't think too much about it. slept okay friday night. or at least the events of the rest of the weekend have overshadowed that night.

saturday: was long. mom and dad went shopping and made krys and i start putting up the christmas tree. neither one of us like doing this cuz my mother makes it seem like a chore and it has to be perfect! but we did it. but during this time, i have a 6 month old who is NOT HAPPY! he wasn't happy in the swing, the playpen, the highchair, the floor, the walker.....nothing. he cried and cried and cried and cried. i was getting really frustraded. oh and he wouldn't eat. finally i got the harness that my sister gave me and strapped him to my back and worked on the tree like that. he finally fell asleep after about an hour of that. his grama and papa came home and they played with him for a while and he did pretty good. that evening we had another first for him though. he got to see his first movie in the theater! we went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. he did really good. it was hilarious to see him watch the movie. he had his head thrown back and he was just staring up at the screen with rapt attention. after a while though he wouldn't sit still so we got up and stood right in the hallway as you walk in so no one could see us, but we could still see the screen. mom and dad said that when he was playing and making the cooing noises it sounded like it was part of the movie, so we didn't disturb too many people. but i have to say i liked the movie a LOT. granted they did leave out a lot of the book but they did really good making sure that the major points of the book were in there. anyway, back to my son....lol. we left the movie and went to dinner with some friends and he was a fuss budget the entire time. i'm wearing on my last nerve at this point and my mother did not help matters with her "he's just tired" and "he doesn't want that". yes, mother. i have eyes. i can see this. you don't have to point it out to me. she is just....there are no words really to describe how my mother acts.

i can't decide if i want to do this: or this:

the past week has been the longest one i've had to deal with in a while. tuesday and wednesday last week i was sick. i've been taking drugs so i'm starting to feel much better.

i had every intention of coming in to work last thursday, but the weather decided that it wanted to go crazy and we got a cold front that came in and froze everything. and mom won't drive on the ice and took a day off. she didn't bother to tell me this though until later in the morning. i had called in to work saying that i would be in, just late. well, when i found out she was taking the day of i said i needed to get my butt into work and she said "you are not taking my car". well F*@K. i don't have a car cuz my dad has taken it over so i'm stranded at the house. i had to call in and tell my boss that no, i'm really not coming in again. (i have shit at work that needs to get done here!!!!) ugh! can we say frustrated?