{"id":946,"date":"2005-09-01T06:10:00","date_gmt":"2005-09-01T06:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tessa.datdec.com\/wordpress\/?p=946"},"modified":"2005-09-01T06:10:00","modified_gmt":"2005-09-01T06:10:00","slug":"morning-musings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=946","title":{"rendered":"Morning musings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Another early morning. Lex hasn&#8217;t been<br \/>\n    sleeping well the past few days, and therefore neither have I.<br \/>\n    He&#8217;s been waking up two or three times a night to nurse &#8211; and<br \/>\n    the plug just won&#8217;t do. On the positive side, at least he&#8217;s<br \/>\n    nursing well when he wakes up. I hate it when we get up and he<br \/>\n    is fussy at the breat. Very frusterating when I&#8217;d rather be<br \/>\n    sleeping.<\/p>\n<p>So here I am with a happy,<br \/>\n    wide-awake baby by my side, eating Lucky Charms (magically<br \/>\n    delicious) and watching the sky go from dark to light. Once<br \/>\n    again wishing I had an easterly view to watch the sunrise.<br \/>\n    During the days I sometimes think of things I should<br \/>\n    do\/find\/research\/whatever online &#8220;when I have time&#8221;. But during<br \/>\n    these early morning times, I&#8217;m so braindead I can&#8217;t even<br \/>\n    remember what I wanted to do, let alone do it. So instead I<br \/>\n    randomly read email (I&#8217;ve got *tons* of messages in my inbox<br \/>\n    just waiting for me to do something with) and write here.<\/p>\n<p>Other than the sleeping thing Lex is doing<br \/>\n    really well. He&#8217;s holding his head up more and more when he&#8217;s<br \/>\n    on his belly. And he arches his back so much we&#8217;re waiting for<br \/>\n    him to roll over any day now. He&#8217;s also using his legs more and<br \/>\n    more &#8211; which is funny to watch. He loves his playmat (probably<br \/>\n    our best baby item) and now plays with the toys with his feet.<br \/>\n    He&#8217;s also a master now at kicking the bar, which makes all of<br \/>\n    the toys shake and rattle. And he loves talking to himself in<br \/>\n    the little mirror that&#8217;s attached. He&#8217;ll play on the mat for a<br \/>\n    long time until he gets overstimulated &#8211; then sometimes he&#8217;ll<br \/>\n    cry and other times he&#8217;ll just fall asleep right there on the<br \/>\n    mat :) <\/p>\n<p>On an entirely different note&#8230;<br \/>\n    I feel so sad for everyone hit by the hurricane. I don&#8217;t know<br \/>\n    what&#8217;s wrong with me these days (maybe because it&#8217;s closer than<br \/>\n    other disasters, or mabye it&#8217;s the maternal hormones running<br \/>\n    rampant) but I keep getting choked up listening to stories<br \/>\n    about people down there &#8211; especially stories about infants :)<br \/>\n    One that particularly got me is when they interviewed a woman<br \/>\n    who is staying in the Superdome with her daughter and 9-day old<br \/>\n    grandson. I was just remembering back to when Lex was 9 days<br \/>\n    old and how tired we were. I feel so bad for that mother. I<br \/>\n    can&#8217;t even imagine living in a stadium with hundreds of other<br \/>\n    people, trying to keep the baby quiet at night, no toys,<br \/>\n    wondering where the next pack of diapers is going to come<br \/>\n    from&#8230; and on top of all that wondering if your house is still<br \/>\n    standing. I think I&#8217;d be crying every night. Even though no one<br \/>\n    is surprised that the levies broke and the city is underwater,<br \/>\n    I still feel bad for the people who live(d) there.<\/p>\n<p><em>PS -> Happy<br \/>\n    September!!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Another early morning. Lex hasn&#8217;t been sleeping well the past few days, and therefore neither have I. He&#8217;s been waking up two or three times a night to nurse &#8211; and the plug just won&#8217;t do. On the positive side, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=946\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-946","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/946","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=946"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/946\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=946"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=946"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=946"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}