~4:00 p.m. (or whenever Baby goes down for her afternoon nap)-
Set alarm on phone for 12 minutes.
Read Daytime Book as fast as possible.
~3:00 a.m. (or whenever Baby wakes up to eat in the night)-
Yawn my way through turning on the Kindle.
Read Nighttime Book until my eyes close.
It's hard to read while I'm nursing her if she's not groggy. She might be part monkey, you see, and enjoys kicking, slapping, and twisting her body around so that I can't hold the book while I'm also holding her. If I lay the book behind her head on the couch, she arches her back to reach the pages and pull them out of the book (not letting go of her source of food, mind you, while she contorts herself). If my sense of modesty would allow it, I would post a video or some pictures of her during her feedings, as it really is quite a humorous sight. But, I'm proud to say that there are no pictures of my bosoms on the whole, wide internet, and I'd like to keep it that way.
|She is as sweet and innocent as she looks in this picture, but she is rarely as still.|
Back to the topic at hand, which was neither Baby nor breastfeeding. Books!
I'm finding myself anxiously awaiting my 12 minutes of reading time since I started The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. I can't give a true percentage of how far into it I am, since I'm reading the hardcover with actual pages, loaned to me by a friend, but I'm more than halfway through.
So far, it's wonderful. It's sad in parts, but not in the way of some tearjerker books that seem to use vocabupuncture (literary acupuncture where the words are needles, poking your tear ducts) to produce bouts of uncontrollable sobbing. I've also laughed aloud a couple of times, and I've found myself reflecting on it as I go about my day. I'm having one of those great reading experiences in which I don't want the book to end, but I also can hardly wait to find out what happens. Reminds me of my first 10k race, in Niagara Falls, where it was so beautiful and running felt so marvelous that I didn't ever want to stop, but I also couldn't wait to finish and see how well I had done. (Ha! Bet you didn't think I could relate reading to racing!)
My nighttime book is the latest one my book group is reading. It was chosen by my sister the Boston Qualified marathon runner. I expect the book will be only slightly less inspirational than it was to see her finish for the cause of fighting breast cancer. Chrissie Wellington is an elite triathlete, and her story is both interesting and easy(ish) to relate to. I've read 13% of it so far, before falling asleep on the couch or being able to put Baby back to bed and crawl back under the covers for some real sleep myself.
You may be able to guess today's advice- schedule in some time to do what you enjoy, even if it's only for a few minutes. Some is better than none!