I go back to work tonight after something like 5 nights off. In. A. Row.
It was my attempt at normalizing a sleep schedule, spending some sweet, simple time with my girls and CELEBRATING MY HUSBAND'S 40TH.
Well, at least I got the last one right. Whoooo, baby. UNH.
I can't sleep for shee-it. I've been premenstrual like you read about. New equation: mommy=monster.
Good news? Gonna (hope, hope) get my mitts on some brand new baby.
They're sooooo wet and so wiggly sometimes that I have to clutch them to me so they don't fly out of my arms by the time I get them to the warmer. I work in a really MEDICAL hospital with a lot of RULES so these babes more often then not get to spend their first minutes of life with me while I suss 'em out, take their vitals and (I * hate* this part) give them their shots and eye ointment.
What a guilty fucking pleasure. Kinda sick, kinda sweet that I'm usually baby talking at them before their mamas are... oooof, acutally feeling a bit sick about that as I type it out (or maybe that's the coffee w/ Coffee Mate I'm slugging?).
Well, this isn't going as planned... I wanted to gush about this MY MOST FAVORITIST PART OF MY JOB and instead, I pretty much feel like shit.
hurumph. That sucked.