Author: hannah.ananas

I may have finally gotten her to sleep for a while (in her crib). So, I’m rushing to get to sleep as soon as possible. Talk about a sense of urgency – I’m well past that. The urgency is there, but the desperation is winning and I am cutting out just about everything I can, so I can get to sleep even sooner. Sacrifices are being made in my routine and household chores. The trash has not been collected. I am doing a poor job of my stretches for physical therapy (yes, right now, as I type this). I need this sleep. Especially since I have to be up and going early tomorrow morning. And I’ll have to do a lot of work tomorrow before I’m able to rest again.

God, guide me, please. Help me to be kind. Grant us great and restful sleep tonight and each night. Thank you. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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We talked at a job of mine at one point about that concept of ‘having a sense of urgency’ in one’s work. Most people thought that meant hurrying and thereby doing a poor job. I might have been the only one who instantly understood it to be otherwise (which was actually the case and the point of the concept’s being mentioned in the meeting). Having a sense of urgency is very different from hurrying. Hurrying often include mistakes and poor or incomplete work, skipped steps. Having a sense of urgency is being aware of a time restraint and making practicable adjustments to one’s speed in order to complete it fully yet efficiently and sooner than a regular casual approach would have produced. It is not rushing. It is being efficiently quick. Being level-headed and calm while moving with efficiency and speed

Anyway, I think about this phrase a lot in my life. I often have a sense of urgency about things. Not always. But it happens often around sleep for me, and certain things around the baby. Main examples are around leaving the house and around going to bed. Both take many steps and much efficiency to complete at all quickly. I almost always act with a sense of urgency on these two. I need to get somewhere on time. I need to maximize sleep while the baby is asleep. They are important things to accomplish with a sense of urgency. My husband does not act with a sense of urgency on either front, and it deeply upsets me. For him, there just is no urgency around them. I don’t know that he has thought through the entire series of events between right now and where we are going or how the night will go and what tomorrow holds and how much sleep he may need etc., etc., and so on and so forth. My brain only operates that way, so I have always thought about then whole series of events and their requirements and what makes the most sense. And they usually mean that it is time to operate with a sense of urgency. And, so, I do.

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I always thought it sounded weird when people would talk about the “N number” on an airplane, instead of the “tail number”. They all start with an N, so it made it sound like when people misunderstand the term PIN and call it a “PIN number” (“personal identification number number”). However, I discovered that the term is not actually incorrect (very unlike “PIN number”). The N is a reference to a USA airplane registration. Different countries have a different registration letter as the first character of the airplane’s tail number. So, they aren’t referencing the “number number”. They’re referencing the ‘US registration number’. I think Canada is C, so they have “C numbers”. The UK is G, so “G numbers”. Not that they even refer to the tail numbers that way, but that would be the equivalent to the “N number” folks keep using here.

Now, I still prefer using the proper term, “tail number”. And it still sounds silly to me at first when I hear someone use the term “N number”. However, I accept it now, now that I know it isn’t a repeating term phrase. That would have driven me totally bonkers to hear it all the time if I hadn’t figured it out. (Phew! Dork. Haha)

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My husband has been doing a great job of communicating with me in a way that works really well for me this past week, and it has helped me mentally a lot. However, today has been kind of a return to how things were before, and it has been rough for me. And it is always extra hard for me when I anticipate spending time together, but the plan changes to remove that time together… and he doesn’t actually check in with me to let me know he is considering that or that that is going to happen… I just kind of find out when I ask what’s taking so long or whatever…

So, yeah, today has sucked for that reason specifically, and more than once. Nonetheless, I am still grateful for how he communicated so well with me before today. I guess every day counts on its own, in its own right.

God, continue to guide us and keep us safe and make us well, please. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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Last night, we made it with her in her crib until about 6:30am, which is two hours later than the 5:30am of Friday night (Daylight Saving Time ended last night). She also went into the crib a bit easier and slept in longer increments than Friday night. I’m hoping that tonight will be filled with further improvements. My husband and I are both exhausted – last night was hard for both of us, as I woke him up each time to get his help (both because that was the plan in the first place and because he went to bed earlier than he had wanted, specifically so that he could be more help than Friday night, when he couldn’t stay awake at all to help). But it made a huge difference for me, both emotionally and physically. I was and am grateful for it all.

As I said, hopefully, tonight will go even better for all of us.

God, guide us, please. Help us all to sleep well each night. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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My ant bite is still very much there, however, all the swelling seems to have gone away, which is great. Even the texture of it has seemed to disappear. Now, it’s just a slightly mean red splotch on my arm, no more itch, no more swelling, no more little bumps.

It just seems so wild to me still. Ha. Literally, I guess…

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I’m just so tired…

God, help us to find our way, please. Keep us safe and make us well. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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It is time for her to sleep on her own bed again. The pediatrician has given us great guidelines and a good plane and timeline for having this succeed, and in a way that truly protects the psychological welfare of us and of our child. Game on. God, guide us, please. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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Because once wasn’t enough in one day, I had to deal with a poop-covered baby twice today.

The first time, it got all over the inside of her bear suit. My mom laughed and commented about whether it still smells of a bear poops and no one is around. I told her that I definitely didn’t hear it but totally smelled it.

The second time, she was just in a diaper, but it got all over me.

Both times, she put her hands in it and tried to grab me, and then ended up in the shower (though, I was with her the second time in the shower).

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“This is just the beginning of my fawning over you in ridiculous ways,” I declared to my daughter tonight, just after being super excited as I talked to her about how she is nine months old now.

And I am looking forward to it, as each occasion arises.

Thank you, God, for these blessings and for this love. Help me to be the person you call me to be. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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