Vindication*

Bwahahahahahahah!!!  He slept through the night!!  He really and honestly slept totally through the night on Wednesday.  We did not ruin him by bringing him to bed.  He can sleep on his own in his own crib through the night.

Unfortunately, I did not sleep through the night.  (And really, it’s all about me.)  I slept hard like I normally do until 2:00 am, and then I woke up, waiting for him to cry.  He didn’t and I checked out the time.  I think I even told Dave that he was still sleeping.  I think Dave snored back at me and I whacked at him to roll over.  But I couldn’t fall back to sleep.  I know I dreamed (odd dreams about spying and cars) and I’m sure I snored, but I’ll deny it because I wasn’t asleep.  But I never got back to that deep, deep sleep of oblivion.  In fact, when Conor sneezed three times at 5:00 a.m., I totally expected him to wake himself up.  But he didn’t. although clearly his sneezes woke me up!  He slept on until 6:00 at which time he did whimper and I brought him to bed.

Yes, I went to get him with me and my Dolly Parton boobs.  By not feeding for 8 hours, my boobs had turned into boob rocks.  I couldn’t roll over on my belly; I couldn’t even roll onto my side because they hurt as the fell on top of each other.  I had leaked all over my pjs and was generally a milky mess when we finally got up. 

So why did he sleep?  Here’s what I think happened.  He has started taking his bottles at daycare.  Before, he would only eat enough to get by.  But now he’s eating all of the bottles and his morning cereal.  I’m also giving him a healthy solid food meal when he comes home (last night, avocados with mashed bananas).  I think he’s been waking up at night because he has not been eating enough during the day and has really been hungry in the middle of the night.  It hasn’t just been because he wants to snuggle.  Thank god(dess) we didn’t let him cry it out.  We would have been letting a hungry baby suffer. 

I’m a Bad Student

And I just want to go on record now saying that I was a bad student in lectures.  And this behavior is transferring to meetings.  So when you see that old hag with the big, curly hair in the back squirming like she has ADHD, passing notes to her colleagues, doodling on her notepad, and making those around her laugh into their hands, all while you’re trying to present serious information, well, I’m sorry but that’s just me.  It’s not you, it’s me.  Really.  And that’s all I’m going to say, because I don’t want to be dooced.  

*PS

The joy of sleeping through the night was premature.  Thursday night, I resumed my role as cough drop cow.  He’s getting a cold, his throat hurts, and apparently nursing every hour on the hour through the night helps him feel better.  Yippee!   At least I can hold out that eventually, maybe, he’ll sleep through the night again once he doesn’t have a cold and he’s eaten enough at daycare.

Additionally, the joy of fitting into another part of my wardrobe was also way too premature.  Crappy lunches, unhealthy snacks and pizza for dinner one night have closed that side of the closet where it will remain musty and unused. 

I did however buy a new Mizrahi jean blazer from Tar-jay.  Sassssssy!!! (as you can get with clothes from Target)

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