The Twinkies

The night before last was great. F slept 8 hours without waking, and even J only got up a few times. Last night was karmic payback; there wasn’t a single hour between 10 and 5 that I wasn’t up with someone.

I realized the other day that I haven’t slept more than five hours in a row in over a year. And, let’s be honest, five hours is a luxury. Three is about what I expect these days.

Last night was bad. I tried co-sleeping. I tried sleeping them in their cribs. Nothing really worked. Instead of going back down after nursing, F sat up in her crib and cried for me. When I brought her to bed she fussed and complained that she wasn’t in her crib. No one was happy, and I have no idea why.

I wish I could figure out the pattern, if there even is one, so I could replicate what I am doing on the “good nights” every night.

Mom’s Tinfoil Hat has an eloquent essay that really highlights my main problem with the phrase “boob nazi.” When did it become OK to equate “people who annoy me” with a genocidal regime?

If a drug lowered breast cancer rates by 42%…

Baby Blues takes on formula claims.

The Boston Globe has an article on extended nursing. The New York Times also has an article on extended nursing, about a woman nursing four-year-old twins.

Ronald MacDonald House Asks a Woman to Leave for Nursing. The Lactavist has addresses up you can write to about this.

Kate at Nicolas’ Garden tagged me (a long time ago) to tell what a “real mom” does.

A real mom lets her child put a baby spit laden tea bag wrapper in her own mouth and isn’t even grossed out. At least, not much.

(Pam, Paige, Jacqueline, A Mom, and Casey - your turn.)

When nursing in the side-lying posting, J will tip his chin to look up and me and smile, spilling radiant happiness. If I ever wondered what true joy looked like, now I know.

Lynn at And Babies Make Six has awarded me the “Thinking Blogger Award.” I make her think, which is more than I ever did for most of my students so I must be getting more interesting as I age. Of course, the other possibility is that she, as a multiple mom, is, like me, so sleep deprived that trying to remember what you call that appliance that keeps things cold requires thought. I called it a “sink” yesterday. No, really.

This award is fun because you get to pass the bloggy love. It was started here. The rules go like this:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think.
2. Link to the original post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote (here are the two buttons: silver version or gold).

So, without more ado, my additions to the thinking blogger list are:

1. Mom’s Tinfoil Hat
2. Dante’s Inferno with Children
3. Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters
4. Swistle
5. Better Make it a Double

I’m sure they’ve all been nominated before, but, hey, what can you do. I need to go do the dishes that are piled up in the refridgerator.