Yes, that's a new day dawning. Things are better, and the questions posed have been answered.
We are now, officially, believers. This recipe produced this lovely loaf, seen here enjoying a little late afternoon sojourn on the deck. And even though I didn't follow the persnickety instructions to the letter, and even though I didn't have the ingredients quite right and had to substitute half wheat flour for white, and had to add a little water after the fact because the dough seemed a little dry, and had to use expired yeast, it turned out just right: crusty outside, soft and tasty inside. Good to know this recipe can deal with a little winging it, because that's how I roll.
And, yes, I survived to live another day. Mairead has reverted to sleeping all night without nursing, and all it took was picking her up the first time she woke and holding and kissing and humming to her as she fussed and fought with me a little, and then putting her back down for only a minute or two of fussing before she went right to sleep. Each time she woke after that she went right back to sleep herself a minute or less later. I think it must be easier for her not to have to be getting up and down and digesting all night, too. I've never had as easy a time as that, but then again we're talking about a girl who just might be the world's easiest, happiest baby.
But don't let this gentle turn of events lead you to imagine a long night of restorative slumber. E. was up several times to pee, to ask for covers to be put on again, and I think there was something about a bad dream. But we were going in the right direction, so our spirits were lifted. Anyone but a parent would be depressed and bitter after a night like that, but not us. We were cautiously gleeful.
The next night was even better: M. slept from 7 until 4am, when I nursed her and covered her head in grateful kisses. Sure, E. woke me up 3 times, once because her mosquito bite itched but she couldn't scratch it because it hurt, so I had to scratch on either side of it, another time because she couldn't find the glass of water on her dresser, and the third time because she was tired of waiting for us to wake up. That, however, in the twisted universe that is our life, was a "good" sleep night. And "good" is, as they say, pretty much as good as it gets.
But last night was the best of all. We slept from 10:30pm to 6:45am with only one waking, to put the pacifier in M.'s mouth at 5:30 and pray she'd give us a little more sugar, which she did. Angel.
So today we're exhausted. Because when you actually get a little sleep is when you're really screwed. Your body suddenly realizes how tired it really is.
But what could be more boring than a long parental detailing of crappy sleep? And yet, for the parent, what could be more compelling?
Or these birds
made from this pattern in order to make the incredible bird mobile found at the Spoolsewing blog (previous link). Here's the mobile finally made and presented to my bird-loving stepmother on her 70th.
This was really the result of a crafty weekend away from kids (or from the big kids) when my friend the sassy stitchess and I came up to the country house alone back in July, with just the babies, for a weekend. She walked me through how to make them and soon I was a bird-making machine, knocking 'em out in 15 minutes each. It's the stuffing that takes time. But I got so I'd sew up a bunch and leave the stuffing for one of the endless car rides necessary to go just about anywhere around here.
So the complaining is over, for now, because the fact is life is good. Very, very good.