This is what Olivia really thinks of my cooking...
I appreciate all the comments on my last post. The past couple of days have not been bad. I found a way to angle her head so that I don't feel her teeth and I've decided to keep nursing for the next several months. She hasn't bitten me since just after Christmas, when she only had two teeth...thank goodness! She has six teeth now (one more since that last post) and I'm very grateful their novelty has long ago worn off.
You'll never believe what happened to me the other day. Aubrey is a really violent sleeper. He gets to this stage of sleep that's almost like a limbo between reality and dreams and can literally go crazy. Sometimes it's difficult to share a bed with him and when I was pregnant, I actually kicked him out a couple of nights. Tuesday night, we were on the couch watching TV. Olivia had already gone to bed, so he was stretched out with his feet on me (sleeping) and I was clipping my nails when he hauled back with his right foot and kicked me right in the side of my lower stomach. Hard. Thank goodness I had paused my manicure for a second or I probably would have cut off my thumb. It hurt soooooo bad. It reminded me of being hit in the stomach with a softball, jamming into the handle of a teeter-totter or getting hit in the stomach with the saddle horn when your horse starts bucking (choose the image you best relate to, although the last one can be pretty bad). A few inches higher and he would have knocked the wind out of me and I'm half convinced he would have broken a rib. Of course, being a girl, I started to cry right away, which immediately alarmed him. Sobbing only made it hurt worse, though, because it was difficult to breath. Aubrey felt so bad. The next day I was really sore and it was difficult for me to reach above my head or bend over, but today I feel fine. I'm lucky because amazingly there is no bruise...not on the outside, anyway. It is such a relief to feel OK. I can't believe that after a kick like that (seriously, he could have made a 30-yard field goal) I don't feel any pain right now, although it is still tender to the touch. Just chalk it up to an everday miracle...or a leftover cushion of baby fat...
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I think there is a govt dept that can help you with that problem! I'm glad you're ok. Extra points for the sobbing...Seriously, glad you're ok, I like the saddle horn analogy the best. Glad that you're sticking it out with nursing Olivia...good luck with future feedings!
Wow! I am glad you're okay! That could have done some damage! I can't believe he did it in his sleep. I wonder what he was dreaming about?
My sister always hated it when we had to share a bed. I punched her in my sleep a couple of times. You poor thing! Poor guy who marries me...
Good job to keep nursing! I am a big fan of it myself.
Anyway, I hope you don't have any bruises. I have only been kicked by my kids in their sleep, and that hurts bad enough.
Hi Cheyenne, I love your blog. Visit mine sometime if you like. Is it wrong of me to say that I'm glad that someone else's husband sleeps like that? Jesse has scared the dickens out of me countless times!
hopefully it won't turn into night terrors or something like that...
wow! So glad you are okay that really could have broken a rib or something... yikes... how do you survive at night? One of my nephews may be on the same destructive track - he kicks like crazy when he is asleep.
See? All those years of putting up with my krazy kicking in bed finally paid off! Aren't you glad we shared a room? Wait, did we or did I always sneek in? I don't remember, but at any rate turns out Aubrey and I really aren't that different...I bet he'd like to hear that :)
What a great pic! As for your husband's reflexes--is that like an extreme case of Restless Leg Syndrome or what? Scary! Glad you're OK.
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