New record, obviously. Also a new visit to the hotty pediatrician, who did not smell nearly as yummy today, which was a great disappointment. After Mia sat in all of the chairs in the waiting room several times and all of the chairs in the exam room and wandered the halls waving at nurses and such, we found that she also has a new ear infection. Ta-da!
She slept - more or less - for 14 hours last night, got up and screamed for an hour, slept another hour, screamed another hour, and now is fast asleep again. I've been wearing the same pants for four days because they are always the ones crumpled next to the bed and therefore the easiest to pull on without putting Mia down, which causes her to howl and cry. The pants wouldn't be so bad except that yesterday I dumped an entire carton of yogurt down my leg (while trying to feed it to a screaming baby who is also on a hunger strike). Hey, maybe the hotty pediatrician saw me coming in my yogurt-encrusted pants and ran to the bathroom to scrub off his cologne?
And since I'm whining, sleeping under a cranky baby for the last two nights has caused me to pull something in my back such that it hurts to breathe, much less move, much less carry a squirmy baby everywhere I go. And I can't remember the last time I brushed my teeth.
Motherhood is so glamorous.