Luck of the Irish!

St. Patrick is my new favorite saint. Why? Because last night Amelia slept from 11:30-4:45 in her crib!!!! I woke up at 3:30 and panicked because I hadn't heard from her, so I went to her room and there she was sleeping like a log. I do still worry sometimes about her sleeping in her room alone- I mean even with the sleep positioner. I went to get her one night last week and the little booger had rolled over the sleep positioner and was laying perpendicular to it with her feet in the air. Then a couple of nights ago I went to get her and she had shimmed all the way down the position and had her foot hanging out between the bars of the crib. I'm starting to think I should get a breathable bumper just to keep her appendages inside the crib. I really hope this isn't a fluke. I've been working hard to put her on a schedule before I go back to work next week (suck). As of now, she gets up, I change her, she eats and then plays for about an hour and a half and is out again. This routine continues until about 5 when she gets UP. We're still fighting the 8 or 9 pm 40 minute nap monster. Starting at 8, we have bath, bottle, snuggle and she's out. Most of the time she's up 40 minutes later and stays up til about 11 or 12. What's funny is last night I decided to push the nighttime schedule back an hour and still at 9 oclock she was so fussy she passed out with no provocation, only of course to wake up 20 minutes later and stay up til 11:30. I will win.

Amelia's hot date

Today we put on our frills and went to see the Easter bunny! Amelia did so well with the concept of a giant version of one of her toys holding her. That being said our Easter bunny is a racket! First of all- Easter bunny was sitting there on his bench in front of a fan...I can give the man that, but Bunny man was twittering up til the point when I asked him where to put the baby. It was hilarious. I absolutely LOVED dressing her up in her shiny, frilly little dress. She, on the other hand, lost it after about 45 minutes. I got 45 minutes out of her though!

On a sleeping note, I'm cheating. I've started adding a tablespoon of cereal to her last bottle of the night. If I do that she sleeps 3 hours solid in her crib, primarily around 11-2. Unfortunately at her 2 oclock feeding I'm still having trouble getting her to go back into her crib. I tried 4 times last night before I passed out in the chair. We're getting there though. Unfortunately I have just a few days before I go back to work (a week from Friday). I swear it's like the march to the green mile. Everyday I dread it just that much more!

There she goes!

Is this rolling over...or falling with style?

oops!

Is probably what Amelia thought last night when she accidentally rolled over onto her back. She was on her belly for tummy time- holding her head up high like a big girl so i got up to get my camera and in slow mo the head went a little further to the right and a little more and then it was down and over she went! I was so proud. She, on the other hand, was pissed!

The state posted a job that I really want yesterday and I may have a decent shot at it. Keep us in your prayers- this would open up a whole different life for us. We could move to Morehead and build our house...Amelia could be close to her rapidly aging grandparents and James and I would be close to his parents as they enter their golden years. It would be about a 15k pay raise for me and it would qualify me for Obamas nifty loan repayment program. I know living in Morehead isn't exactly what I had in mind when I first went to law school but I'm rapidly learning that there are many different ways to be happy in life and very few of them are ways you imagined them when you were growing up.

happy birthday sammy!

Today was my godson's first birthday party! I consider Sammy my lucky charm. I was in the hospital a year ago holding him and his mom looks at me and says "go home and make him a girlfriend". My last period was 3 days later and 9 months after that Amelia was born. Sammy is himself a clomid baby. I spent the last week and a half making his mom a scrapbook as a gift and she loved it. I've seen her cry maybe twice in the last 5 years and she was definitely tearing up. I was so happy to do that for her though. I think being a fellow PCOS mom having the bond of infertility makes celebrating a baby's birthday that much sweeter. It was a wonderful day!

let's play good news...bad news...

Good news- as of last week my husband officially became a doctoral student at UK.
Bad news- unless I want to pay for it, this guarantees me at least three more year of dorm life...probably more considering it took the man 6 years to get his masters. The good news is that he has a lot of hours from his masters that he may be able to use for his doctorate. I'm very proud of him!

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My baby is growing way too quickly. I just read the lb lables on the 3-6 month clothes and realized that she's less than a pound away from being able to wear them. She probably already needs them length wise and her feet take up all of the space in the feet of her 0-3 month clothes...so I guess I'll be washing new clothes this weekend. I guess I'm getting sad because I realize I go back to work in 3 weeks. She's really started being expressive recently. And she laughs in her sleep.

Amelia-1 Mommy-0

Last night was our first night of trying to get Amelia to sleep in her crib. We purchased a sleep positioner to elevate her head and keep her from rolling over since she likes to sleep on her side. I started our bedtime routine- bath, bottle, story, rock and was moving in for the kill. I laid her down in her crib and NOTTA for about 30 minutes...then she woke up. I rocked her for a minute or two and then put her back down. This last til 1:30 am when I gave up and put her in the bed with me (on her sleep positioner though) . At that point my little stinker looked at me and just started grinning and smiling. It was so cute. But I know she was laying there looking at me going "hahaha Sucker!" Tonight is round 2. I go back to work on the 26th- I have 23 days to get her into the crib. My marriage is a bit strained because of our sleeping arrangements. James is pretty much no help and there is very little room for error left around him. Last night I was playing with her on her playmat and her music machine fell over and bopped her in the head and James just absolutely flipped. So she's screaming, he's panicking...and then later when we put her back in her bed and she wouldn't stay he goes - "well maybe she's just afraid she's going to get hurt"....yes because I intentionally hit my child with her music machine. What a turd. If he only knew how hard it was to be a parent (and not the kind that holds the baby while he plays WOW) he'd have a lot more appreciation for what I do. His turn is coming and given his lack of involvement since that kid died on campus and he started his little slump I think it's going to be a very rude awakening for him.

god's path

Do you ever feel as if god is not only trying to direct you in a path but that he is determined to force you to take a given path? Case in point- i go back from leave in 3 weeks. I have spent my entire break applying for law jobs. I just spent $200 to pick up my malpractice insurance so I could start taking GAL cases and guess what- not only have I yet to get an interview but there are no gal positions open in my area. This morning, however, my boss's boss contacted me to tell me that they are moving me to the main hospital when I go back and that within 2 months I would be full time...that means benefits...that means retirement...and that means that I will work at a publically funded institution that qualifies me for Obama's fancy loan forgiveness program and it means that in 5 years they will start matching my retirement 2-1. It's kinda hard to be disappointed in not finding a job in my field when my office is literally a few steps from my office and they said that if any GAL positions become open that they would allow me to take a few cases on the side.