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I am so sleep deprived I do not even know where to begin today

It is a reality, had Luka been the first born, she might have been an only child.  The Lord works in mysterious ways. . .

Look, she is very cute and we really do love her a lot, its just that we hardly ever sleep anymore.  Take last night as an example.  We got into bed at 20h00, she had her last feed at 19h00.  So we were up at 22h00, 24h00, 02h00, 04h00, 06h00...need I say more?  And it is not as if the day was any easier, far from it.  She got over tired yesterday and literally did not sleep at all from noon till around 16h00 when I finally had enough of the screaming and gave her Bennets colic mixture.  Good grief, who knew that one very tiny little girl can be so full of shit?

The night before last, no different, up every two hours.  Gerhard figured it all out last night, no this morning at 04h00, if you bend her legs, she farts, so he was bending legs to make her get rid of all that unwanted gas, trust a man...

Seriously, I know that the first six weeks are the worst, but we are almost at 5 weeks already and things over here are deteriorating fast.  Seriously fast, we went from fairly bad and interrupted sleep to zero sleep.  Gerhard and I are about to kill each other, I want to medicate, heck, give her some Johnny Walker if need be, he wants to explore alternative opportunities, such as bending legs to generate farts...men!

Add to this the fact that Liam refuses to sleep with a nappy, but does not wake up when he needs to wee, so we end up changing Liam and his bedding twice every night.  All of this does not make for a happy little family, and then someone I know tells me she desperately wants a fourth child...let me clearly state that there will only EVER be the two kids in this household, I would not be held accountable for my actions if there were ever a third, heaven forbid a fourth.  I would need about 3 more Sekai's as it is now, just to get through the day, so if there were three kids, well, I would probably need about 5 full time domestic workers. 

I also realised last week that I would be an appallingly bad stay at home mommy.  I tried, I had play dates, I went shopping, I invited a sahm friend over for breakfast, seriously, I do not get it, I think women who are able to do this deserve medals, it is not for sissy's or the feint hearted.

Today's post is a serious ramble, see what happens when I do not sleep.  As an aside, Luka had serious nappy rash due to the amount of nappies she has in a day, anyhow, if ONE MORE person tells me to put on some maizena I will just freak out, according to every doctor on the planet that is the worst thing you can do as you now create a breeding ground for germs, so seriously, stop it.  And lastly, my husband that I love dearly, thinks that Luka is a little monster in the evenings, but obviously recons that as soon as he leaves the house, she turns into an angel, sleeping the whole day (NOT), so he keeps asking me if I sleep during the day.  As you know, all baby books / magazines / parents suggest that the mommy sleeps when baby sleeps.  Well here is a newsflash, she does not sleep at decent nap times, she sleeps at 08h00, at 15h00 and not much in between, so if I hear this piece of wisdom one more time...

Well, seems as if my little monster is sleeping, so let me follow suit.

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