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It is almost two in the morning and here I sit with my 4mo, keeping him asleep...yet again. For context, my son had lip, cheek, and tongue ties which made eating and some movement very difficult for him. Due to this, he had to work extremely hard to eat where he would swallow almost three times the amount of air a normal baby usually would, causing extreme gassiness and discomfort. I used to quite literally sit up all night with him just so he could sleep. You see, lying on his back makes the discomfort worse, whereas being held in different positions alleviates it. Anyway, he recently had a procedure to fix his ties and is doing way way better. However, these things take time to completely resolve, so I tend to still have to give him some cuddles for an hour here and there during the night. So here I am with free time and nothing to do but either stare into the void of my bedroom or stare into the void of my phone.
Now, what does one think about at these times you ask? Perhaps someone more profound may think about philosophical and ethical principles, but I have my mind on but one thing...oysters. it has been many a moon since I dined on their delicate, fishy flesh and I crave them now more than ever. I find myself wondering about the myriad of restaurants that may offer them, narrowing down the choices to one that will be least likely to destroy my tummy with food intoxication. Then I think, good lord, I'll actually have to get dressed and fix my hair to dine on such delectable delicacies. This does not fill me with dread, but pure excitement. Now as my son strikes me in the head, my mom senses tell me he is hungry.
Farewell,
A tired and awake mom
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