The Leech

Is there such thing as a 7 month growth spurt?  I sure hope so because otherwise, our sweet little monkey is turning into an all night boob sucking leech.  Saturday night was by far the worst.  I swear every 45 minutes he was crying again to get back on the boob.  Sunday morning, Dave woke up, got up and made some coffee.  He came back in 15 minutes later to find our son still attached at the boob.  He tried to gently pull him away, thinking perhaps he’d fallen asleep, but the little guy simply upped his sucking and we decided not to try the ol’ stretch-a-boob maneuver and let him be.  10 minutes later, same thing.  Finally, Conor released and I took an extra half hour of full bed sprawling to make up for my lack of sleep the night before. 

Last night was better.  He slept until 2:30 and then woke up again for another snack at 4:30.  But then he decided he wanted to play.  Please oh please oh please oh please I want another night of his sleeping through the night.  I promise that this time I won’t waste it by staying half awake listening to him sleep.

We definitely think there are some teething issues.  Conor is spending the early part of the night grasping his ears and crying like a baby version of Edvard Munch’s The Scream.  I’m no art historian, but my call is that this painting was made by a man with low sleep and a teething child.  The beauty of it is that the painting can represent each member of a family with an infant who doesn’t sleep through the night. 

We’re also noticing some distinct changes in the diaper region.  The good news is that what we’re seeing down there has more resemblance to what I thought baby poo would look like.  The bad news is that I’ve now, and for the foreseeable future, lost my appetite for Reese’s miniature peanut butter cups.  Accidentally squish one in your purse, and you will know what I mean. 

We’ve also started using overnight diapers because there were some issues (heh heh) around 5:00 am.  It was only a problem of peeage, but it was on our comforter, which we still need to take to the cleaners.  I’m thinking you’re way into accepting children’s odd bodily fluids when the main goal becomes simply to make sure it’s dry by the next night. 

Speaking of odd pee-age, I owe a public apology to Duncan here on this blog.  Yes, he’s still peeing in the wrong place when he’s pissed off (including my bathroom rug when I was taking a shower and couldn’t open the bathroom door for him.  We washed that immediately.)  Yes, he’s still got a problem.  But imagine my surprise when I saw Simba Louise walk up to a pile of laundry beside the washing machine and take a squat.  YES SHE DID!  Duncan isn’t at the beginning of horrible kidney disease as the vet said.  There are TWO cats peeing on all our stuff around the house.  It is a sad, sad day in the cat world, when the most sane cat in our house is Scarlett, whose official nickname is Psycho Kitty.  We really don’t know what to do.  We have Feliway all over the house.  Unless we smeared it on their heads, I don’t see how we could get more coverage for them.  The odd thing is that Duncan and Simba are all lovey dovey now. Maybe they have some sort of pee bond that has brought them together.  I am seriously not amused. 

Pee, poo, teething and no sleep.  No one told me being a mother would be this glamorous. 

8:15:38 PM