This weekend was busy. A swirl of busy.
It involved lunches, bbqs, dinners, movies, whatnot.
I mainly remember feeling my head burst on Sunday night after a fun but exhausting Saturday and another fun evening on Sunday, and then zombiewalking through Monday trying to be perky but failing and staying home from work.
Migraines suck ass.
I plodded through Tuesday.
I finally took a migraine pill on Tuesday night, which worked. But they are toxic to beanies, so I couldn't breastfeed her all night.
I got news for ya, my kid must get the bulk of her calories from me at night, all hours. Because she woke us up and PF was getting bottle after bottle, probably 10 oz or more. She drained them, fell asleep, and woke up finally at 5:48, when I was just too tired not to nurse her. So, I gave my baby the remnants of Max-Alt still in my bloodstream. It probably knocked her out, because apparently she slept until 9:30 AM. 9 PM-9:30 AM, with 3 or 4 wake ups.
People ask me if she sleeps through the night now. I always say yes. But after Tuesday night, I'm thinking "no." Because I'm thinking she must wake up enough to nurse. But Tuesday, I just wouldn't let her, and we both woke up each time. And so did Daddy, because that's what you do when you are tired. You wake up the dad.
In any case, she's fine, and she did get some sleep last night, except that she apparently will scream from 1 AM until 1:30 AM if she hears me go to the potty and she's been up doing her nightowl thing with dad. That sucked.
I had originally gone to bed with her while she was sound asleep, she woke up, started playing, and after two hits to my face, I called her dad in. He took her out to calm her down and drink warm bottles while I passed out, careening into the pillow like a car crash. But sometimes I pee in the middle of the night. And my tinkle woke her up way out in the living room. And boom. Night From Hell. For Mommy. Not so much for dad, since he sleeps in.
Anyway.
This weekend, at a birthday party, Beanie found a dog turd. And did with it what any curious toddler would do. She tasted it. And then, after all of that, she wanted to nurse. I felt trapped in a John Waters movie. My head exploded, I do belive, as a consequence of my thinking too hard about poop in mouths.
It involved lunches, bbqs, dinners, movies, whatnot.
I mainly remember feeling my head burst on Sunday night after a fun but exhausting Saturday and another fun evening on Sunday, and then zombiewalking through Monday trying to be perky but failing and staying home from work.
Migraines suck ass.
I plodded through Tuesday.
I finally took a migraine pill on Tuesday night, which worked. But they are toxic to beanies, so I couldn't breastfeed her all night.
I got news for ya, my kid must get the bulk of her calories from me at night, all hours. Because she woke us up and PF was getting bottle after bottle, probably 10 oz or more. She drained them, fell asleep, and woke up finally at 5:48, when I was just too tired not to nurse her. So, I gave my baby the remnants of Max-Alt still in my bloodstream. It probably knocked her out, because apparently she slept until 9:30 AM. 9 PM-9:30 AM, with 3 or 4 wake ups.
People ask me if she sleeps through the night now. I always say yes. But after Tuesday night, I'm thinking "no." Because I'm thinking she must wake up enough to nurse. But Tuesday, I just wouldn't let her, and we both woke up each time. And so did Daddy, because that's what you do when you are tired. You wake up the dad.
In any case, she's fine, and she did get some sleep last night, except that she apparently will scream from 1 AM until 1:30 AM if she hears me go to the potty and she's been up doing her nightowl thing with dad. That sucked.
I had originally gone to bed with her while she was sound asleep, she woke up, started playing, and after two hits to my face, I called her dad in. He took her out to calm her down and drink warm bottles while I passed out, careening into the pillow like a car crash. But sometimes I pee in the middle of the night. And my tinkle woke her up way out in the living room. And boom. Night From Hell. For Mommy. Not so much for dad, since he sleeps in.
Anyway.
This weekend, at a birthday party, Beanie found a dog turd. And did with it what any curious toddler would do. She tasted it. And then, after all of that, she wanted to nurse. I felt trapped in a John Waters movie. My head exploded, I do belive, as a consequence of my thinking too hard about poop in mouths.
posted by A P M @ 10:23 AM
2 Comments:
At 7:04 AM,
Anonymous said…
Damn, she's a cutie!
But Dude! #1 rule to pain management is: treat it EARLY. Aleve(Naproxen) is safe for occasional use while nursing -- take one or two if you THINK a migraine is coming and you might be able to bypass the whole thing. (Maybe not). But if you plod along with a migraine for three days, you're definitely going to need the hard stuff.
(My apologies if you already know all this and did just that and it didn't work, etc, etc ;o)
At 8:53 AM,
A P M said…
Yeah, I like to treat things with the lowest doses first, so I took a bunch of tylenol and then advil. Aleve does nothing for me, not sure it actually IS medicine ;o)
Max Alt is my evil, evil friend. I used to get panic attacks when I was out of it, and that would cause a migraine.
But these migraines are more dastardly. They don't "feel" migraineatorial, and so they build over time. I think it's my hormones coming back.
I've had two since Beanie was born, and both times I tried to use other stuff until I gave in and popped my max alt. The good thing is, I don't need that much. Just one 10 MG pill to kill it both times. I go to sleep, and wake up with it gone. For the most part. This last one was trying to make a comeback yesterday, but I think I got just enough sleep last night to stave it off bc I don't feel it today.
My migraines are mostly in my right ear/behind my right eye, like a little penknife is poking me in one little part of my brain, and they cause me to feel vommitty and light sensitive and fatigued. Sometimes I get neck headaches that pull my eyeballs, and I've learned the hard way that you can't get rid of those with Maxalt, so I generally take a megadose of advil/ibuprofen and get PF to rub my neck. Those feel totally different, but sometimes they can trigger a migraine.
Like I said, I've only had 2 since I got prego, and both have been since she was born. I count myself lucky. Even if it does tend to ruin 3 days of my life in a row.
Still, I can't nurse my beanie, and that's rough on us both.
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