Sleeping

No, things did not magically go back to pre-Thanksgiving.  Conor is still waking at 11:30ish and 3:30ish for a snack.  We wait and let him fuss and when/if it develops into something a bit more sustained, we go in.  If we want to sleep, maybe we shouldn’t.  But really, it’s not that bad.

I try to feed him in his room at the 11:30 feeding and put him back in his crib.  Last night, I actually fell asleep in the glider before he did and woke with a start.  Of course, by that time, it’s pretty easy to put him back down.  At the 3:30 feeding, we just bring him in to our room. 

Do you want to know why it’s not all that bad?  Because lately, instead of waking up to eat at 6:00 or so, he wakes up to cuddle.  It’s not a boob whacking wake-up-and-feed-me move.  Instead, he turns from one to the other of us and touches our face and pats our arms.

I fully understand that this will only happen for a short time in his life with us.  And so far it’s the most unexpected and best part of parenting. 

Love the Husband

You have to love a man who doesn’t judge me when I say, “I really need to take a shower today. I’ve got two days worth of baby yak all over my clothes and hair.” 

BTW, if I had more sleep, I could possibly blog on some witty and insightful observation about parenting.  However, this morning, the only thing I've learned is that if I doze with NPR on the radio, I incorporate the stories into my dreams.  I had a vivid dream about going to the airport and someone taking my luggage at the beginning of the flight, tossing it around and then reappearing at the end of my flight with my luggage.  If you heard this morning's edition, you might know what I'm talking about. 

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