mamahill
03-21-2003, 02:19 PM
So I knew I was doomed last night because Ainsleigh had two wonderful naps during the day and I actually felt like we had a great day - it was a zero Baby Mozart/Van Gogh/Dolittle/Shakespeare day! So of course I have trouble falling asleep and lo and behold my wonder sleeper decides to wake up at 1:30 am. After a few minutes of her moaning and "complaining," I realize she isn't going to fall back asleep, so I go into her room and pick her up so I can rock her. But my child won't be pacified by rocking, she likes me to do SQUATS with her. Not real deep, but still, after about 250 of those, the legs begin to shake.
Sometimes she likes me to walk circles in her room, but the nightlight projects my shadow on the walls and thus distracts her (read: she begins talking to it). So last night I'm half asleep, doing my pseudo-squats, thinking about what I have to do today, and WILLING her eyes to close (which they most certainly were NOT). I soon realize that I have been doing this for close to 40 minutes. So then I'm MAD. Well, frustrated. She's just laying there, eyes totally open. So I decide to lay her in her crib and let her fuss a little if need be.
So I'm leaning down to lay her in her crib and I feel these shooting pains in my arms. It was so bad, I thought I was going to start crying. I didn't, but Ainsleigh did. My biceps were CRAMPING! And I could NOT straighten them past, say 135 degrees. I swear I'm not that much of a wuss, but I have begun working out this week, so my muscles are already fatigued as it is. It was the most pathetic thing because I had to bend over to open the door and bend over again to hover by the bed to pull back the covers since my arm wouldn't straighten. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I ended up taking two Tylenol because an hour later I still couldn't fall asleep bc of the pain/ache. Ainsleigh and her daddy had long since fallen back asleep and here I was, wincing over my arms. All I wanted was to SLEEP. Well, I learned my lesson.
So apparently I can't hold my own child anymore. Or maybe I just shouldn't squat or "curl" with her. This b!tch is, therefore, directed at myself. This morning my arms are so sore, all I could do is lay Ainsleigh in her bed and apologize that I couldn't rock and sing to her, because I was afraid I was going to throw up from the pain.
If you're reading, thank you. This post has been therapeutic in any event.
Sometimes she likes me to walk circles in her room, but the nightlight projects my shadow on the walls and thus distracts her (read: she begins talking to it). So last night I'm half asleep, doing my pseudo-squats, thinking about what I have to do today, and WILLING her eyes to close (which they most certainly were NOT). I soon realize that I have been doing this for close to 40 minutes. So then I'm MAD. Well, frustrated. She's just laying there, eyes totally open. So I decide to lay her in her crib and let her fuss a little if need be.
So I'm leaning down to lay her in her crib and I feel these shooting pains in my arms. It was so bad, I thought I was going to start crying. I didn't, but Ainsleigh did. My biceps were CRAMPING! And I could NOT straighten them past, say 135 degrees. I swear I'm not that much of a wuss, but I have begun working out this week, so my muscles are already fatigued as it is. It was the most pathetic thing because I had to bend over to open the door and bend over again to hover by the bed to pull back the covers since my arm wouldn't straighten. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I ended up taking two Tylenol because an hour later I still couldn't fall asleep bc of the pain/ache. Ainsleigh and her daddy had long since fallen back asleep and here I was, wincing over my arms. All I wanted was to SLEEP. Well, I learned my lesson.
So apparently I can't hold my own child anymore. Or maybe I just shouldn't squat or "curl" with her. This b!tch is, therefore, directed at myself. This morning my arms are so sore, all I could do is lay Ainsleigh in her bed and apologize that I couldn't rock and sing to her, because I was afraid I was going to throw up from the pain.
If you're reading, thank you. This post has been therapeutic in any event.