Thankyou!!

SO! Alexis slept from 8pm to 4am! And even though she cried from 4am to 6am, and the other kids got up at 7am, I felt like a new woman today! lol Crazy what 6 hrs of straight sleep will do for you! Bad news though is...after nursing her like every 3 hours for the last week, my boobies were more than ready to do their job at..11pm, so I woke up to nice engorgement..along with either a plugged duct, or mastitis. You know, I use to milk goats as a kid, and I must say, the comparison, is...quite disturbing to say the least. Such is life I guess lol Seriously, what other time in a woman's life, do they talk about their boobs SO much!? Imagine teen girls getting together "oh my goodness, I woke up this morning and they were like OUT TO HERE!" or maybe 40 yr old women taking a coffee break "Mildred,do you ever get pains in your left nipple?" Seriously, us nursing mothers describe SO much about our private breasts...but the thought of getting a breast exam freaks us out! haha
ANYway, enough about THAT lol Today is Friday. yay yay! My husband is off work for this weekend, so we usually try and plan something fun to do. We thought about hitting the beach (4-5 hrs away), but we started arguing about what beach to go to, and what each of us wanted to do while there, all the while the 2 little kids started to whine and fuss....I was glad it hit me that instead of making ourselves drive 4-5 hours straight, with whiney kiddos, to get to a beach, where one of us, won't be happy...lol it MIGHT just be a good idea to stay home and catch up on some SLEEP!
So here we are, Friday night, Hubby is playing Halo 3 with his online buddies, and I'm blogging it up with a pump attatched to my poor, sore boobies, in hopes to cure whatever it is that's bugging them!

wow. what has my poor little life come to!? "Friday night and the moon is high, gonna head on over......and start my pump!" (a start of a country song, to those who don't know. yes. all of you. lol)

"Someone come and pick me up!"

That sums up my life right now...just go ahead and take me to the loony bin! I suppose when I started this breastfeeding adventure I thought it would be a little tough. Yea. tough alright! I didn't realize how overpowering this need to breastfeed and only breastfeed would be! I guess because I tried SO hard with not one, not two, but THREE of my kids and I "failed" that I'm determined to succeed with baby #4! So, I read just about every book out there about boobs, latches and more. I never thought I would spend hours reading up on how a woman's breast works. I managed to make it though! (pat on my back! lol) I spent the first two weeks of my baby's life, propped up on the couch nursing her when she wanted to...which just so happened to be...every hour. But that is long past, and I'd rather not re-live the moments of cracked nipples, engorgement, and sleepless days and nights! I want to focus on today, the moments of cracked nipples, engorgement, and sleepless days and nights. Yes. Six months later, here I am..again! (note for all you that have dreams of b'feeding, I had about 4 good months hehe). But now the joyous little first "toothes" are coming in, and I'm about to go nuts! I have managed to get about 3 hours average of sleep a night this week. Nothing is working, although, searching online, there is one remedy I have yet to try, and that is putting cayenne pepper on her gums...which...sounds like that would just enhance my poor screaming baby's screams.
So life as of this moment, is enduring getting my nipples pulled and chomped on, while a little baby experiences pain for the first time in her life. We both would like to end this phase of life as soon as possible. Because. Nobody is happy right now!

Life as a "SAHM"

What really goes on?

So, I probably picked the worst time in my life to start a blog...like I have oodles of free time to be compiling my life in words, for, probably nobody to see! But that is fine. I'm doing this for myself. It's how I maintain my sanity! I'm sure you have seen it in movies, jailbirds in solitary confinement...and only the old and wise ones, who had not lost their minds, were the ones that either talked to themselves, or had achieved privileges of some charred up stone of which to write a journal on his cell walls. Yes. That my friends (yes. all of you who are not reading this lol) is why I am writing this. And yes, I do compare myself to a jailbird..in solitary confinement at times. It's the reality of being a stay at home mom, or..as we label ourselves "SAHM". Oh what those 4 letters MEAN!