irony

if there's one thing i've learned in my travels through motherhood, it's that it is filled with irony.
a bitter irony. (at least in this case.)

about two weeks ago, my sweet emaline decided to truly win my love over (as if she hasn't already) by sleeping through the night. and by sleeping through the night i mean, sleeping from 8:30pm-4am, eating and then right back to sleep for another 4-5 hours. it was too good to be true, she being only 5 weeks old and all, so i kept it to myself the first few nights, avoiding any possible jinx. now, before any of my readers roll their eyes or get sick from me talking about my wonderful perfect baby... read on, friends, read on.

after about a week of me enjoying my much needed beauty rest, ava came down with a cold and began waking almost every hour for 5 nights straight. so while, emaline was sleeping the night away, ava was miserable in bed with high fevers, calling out to me to rush to her aid. i couldn't wait for the weekend, when bryce would finally be home to help and i could catch up on some rest. but alas, friday came along and i was miserable and shivering under my blankets with a fever of my own. the good news was that ava had begun to feel better and was sleeping through the night once again. the bad news- now i was sick and unable to sleep through the night due to the uncomfortable achiness from my fever.

the timing of this all was terrible, the first week ava had to miss one of her swim lessons due to her illness, and we had to cancel two playdates with friends. the weekend i got sick i missed out on dinner with our friends one night and catan with the girls another night. to top it all off, we had also planned to bless emaline on sunday. (now, i realize that this doesn't really fall into the category of irony, rather bad luck, which reminds me of that i love the 90's episode where they talk about alanis morissette's song ironic and how most of what she sings about isn't irony but just bad luck. but then at the end they point out that the irony of it all was that she named a song ironic which turned out to not even be about irony at all... it's kinda like that.) anyways.... by sunday morning, i felt much better than the night before, so we went ahead with the blessing. besides having to remind the presiding member of the bishopric that we were supposed to bless her, after he had already forgotten and proceeded with the rest of the meeting, everything went well. bryce gave her a wonderful blessing and everything seemed to be finally getting back to normal. until... last night around midnight when emaline woke up screaming at the top of her lungs. something very uncharacteristic of her. uh-huh, emaline caught what ever ava and i had and was up all night, waking every 30-45 minutes screaming. she would only sleep when i held her up against me, so i held her all night. from midnight 'til 7:30am. needless to say, my back is sore and myself- exhausted. i'm still awaiting the results of her bloodtest to find out if she needs antibiotics or if we just need to wait out a virus. unfortunately, because she is so young, they don't want me to relieve her fever and discomfort with any tylenol, her fever just has to run its course.

i guess it's another sleepless week for me....

ahhh, motherhood.