I could be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain.
Olivia has stopped sleeping through the night. After a six week honeymoon in which she went down at midnight and up at 6:30 or 7:00 a.m., making my schedule workable if not exactly good, she has stopped sleeping. And not just at night: she has also stopped napping during the day. I am on the verge of collapse. On Saturday, she went 18 hours without any sleep at all. I got an hour and five minutes in total last night, including three nursing sessions between 1:50 and 5:30. It's been getting progressively worse for the last month. Finally, I couldn't make it to work today. I cannot function. End of tether.
It seems like the more I feed, the less milk I make. She's going through the frozen stash at an alarming pace when I'm at work, and I seem to get less and less when I pump.
She isn't fussy, exactly, just awake and hungry.
She is so active, never wanting to sit still, scooting around on her back like a demented caterpillar, jumping up and down while holding onto our hands, flipping off her Boppy, sitting up and testing her balance, banging her little toys around, grabbing and kicking and watching all the time. Perhaps she's burning up the calories at a mad pace and needs to carbo-load like a swimmer? We've given her tastes of things--mushed bananas, applesauce, root beer floats (yes, we did)--but she doesn't seem to want anything in quantity (except for the float). Just scrunches up her little face in a perfect caricature of disdain after about six miniature spoonfuls.
For the love of Mike, what can I do? Domperidone? Formula? Earplugs? Vodka? Please help me. I am nearly incoherent, my head full of nolthing but stuffing.