photo booth in Greenwood, SC 
Ethan had a night terror last night about 10pm. I was still awake so I was able to think clearly and help him through it the way you are supposed to. He was crying and rolling around in his crib and I rubbed his back and tried to keep him from hurting himself. He got his foot stuck in between the bars of the crib one time. He never woke up or realized I was there. I cried the entire time because I wanted so badly to wake him up because his crying just broke my heart. Keri’s mom was in the other room praying for me. It was the longest five minutes of my life. We are still having a good time here in the big city of Greenwood, SC. We’ve done tons of antiquing in cute little towns. There’s more to be done today.
We got to Greenwood, SC safe and sound. Having checked the airlines before I left the house and learned that the flight was scheduled to leave on time, I arrived at the airport yesterday morning to find out that the flight was delayed about an hour and a half. Poor Ethan had already missed his morning nap because of traveling and was not happy about hanging out at the airport for a couple of hours. We walked up and down and concourse, ate lots of snacks, and I took him to a quiet area so he could crawl around. (I had initially let him crawl where passengers were sitting but when he began to go after their shoes I had to move him). He whined quite a lot because he was so tired. We finally flew to Charlotte and Ethan finally fell asleep and slept for most of the flight. Then we had to do the same routine in Charlotte for an hour and a half while we waited for the flight to Greenville. On the short flight the poor old man sitting next to us had to suffer from Ethan poking him in the face. He also tried to crawl over the seat we were sitting in, banged on the window, and squealed loudly so that you couldn’t hear the flight attendant talking. Then we finally arrived!! Ethan has been having a grand time with my friend’s family. They are grandparents and are enjoying spoiling him like they do their own grandchildren. I am enjoying my stay so far and hope the flight home will not involve too much airport time.
We love playgroup day which is every Wednesday. Ethan has about four or five friends that we hang out with every week. He loves to see his friends and always has a good nap following play group. I love talking to the other moms about baby care issues and finding out that we are all going through the same stuff. My current anxiety that I have been sharing with my play group friends is the fact that Ethan and I are flying on Friday, just the two of us. I feel bad for whoever has to sit next to us. Ethan will miss his morning nap and will not be a happy camper. One of my friends let us borrow a portable DVD player that will hopefully keep Ethan occupied, maybe for ten minutes at least. Thanks, Katie! I’m trying to repeat to myself the verse in Philipians, “Be anxious for nothing…”
It’s the end of the day, Ethan’s in bed for the night and I am tired. What did I do today-doesn’t seem like much to make me tired. 6am-alarm goes off, time to walk the treadmill and then take a shower. 7am-Ethan’s up and ready for his cup of milk. 7-9am-breakfast for Ethan and I then playtime. 9am-Ethan is napping and I am doing chores (vacuuming, laundrey,etc.), making phone calls, packing Ethan’s lunch. 10:30-Ethan is up from his nap and we head out to run errands before music class. 11:30-12:30-music class where I chase Ethan around the room as he gets into things and steals toys from the other babies. 12:30-2:00-off to lunch with a friend and then to BabyGap and Old Navy to buy clothes for Ethan because he is constantly outgrowing his clothes. 2:30 we arrive home, Ethan having fallen asleep in the car. I ever so gently place him in his crib (without having changed his diaper, praying that he won’t wake up because it’s wet) hoping he will stay asleep. Ahh-about an hour of time to myself where I can look at the mail, read a book (still working through the Mitford series) and watch tv. 4pm-Ethan wakes up soaked through to the mattress (because I didn’t change his diaper before his nap). He has his milk and then proceeds to dump all his toys on the floor in his room and empties his dresser. 4:45-I begin making dinner. 5:30- dinner with Ethan and George. 6:00-clean up from dinner (peas all over the floor). Play time with Ethan until 7pm which begins bedtime routine-milk, bath, storytime (either “Pajamma time” or “Goodnight Moon”) and then goodnight hugs and kisses. Which brings me to where I am now feeling tired and it’s only 7:30.
It has been a while since I’ve stayed up watching Jay Leno and Conan O’Brian. Since Ethan was eight weeks I think. I had hoped to not see those shows again for a few years but I was hit with major insomnia last night. I’ve been struggling with it since about April or May but it doesn’t happen every night. I have found that I have a window of time in which I need to go to bed and if I stay up past then, I am too awake to sleep. It seems that everything keeps me awake. The firm bed that I sleep on while normally somewhat uncomfortable feels like pins and needles, the faint snoring noises from my husband sound like trains, my mind is awake and alert and I plan the grocery list for the next three weeks. I could count to 3,000 and not fall asleep because my brain is alert and ready to keep counting all night. That’s how I ended up with Jay and Conan last night. Today I am so tired, I feel as though I have drunk a few glasses of wine. It is harder for me to do what I need to do for Ethan when I feel like this. I know many people in the world sleep very few hours on a regular basis and have no problem with it, but I cannot do it.
Before I had Ethan, I had not been sick for about five years. Since he was born, I’ve been sick with everything. The stomach flu was passed around church and both Ethan and I got it. You wouldn’t know Ethan had been sick though. After getting rid of his dinner, he would crawl and play as if nothing had happened. I, however, had a fever and stayed prostrate for a day and a half. I wonder if this is just a taste of my future, catching everything he gets. Laying in bed and watching tv all day aggravates my situation about reruns of my favorite shows. I ended up watching Foodnetwork for hours on end.
