So, last night the sleep went pretty well. The evening started out with me running late for the 7pm feeding. It was more like 7:20 pm when I finally got the boob in DJ mouth. After feeding him we went out to a local, hopping fish restaurant. It took us at least 15 minutes to circle the parking lot like vultures looking for a space but we got one right near the front. Then it took them another 20 minutes to seat us. Considering that the walk in wait was probably 2hrs by that point, I suppose we did well.
DJ slept through dinner relatively well. The place was rather loud, and clanging plates tends to make the boy jumpy. The sling they had to hold the child seat worked brilliantly, though, and had enough give to it to allow us to jiggle him back to sleep. We showed him off to the people around us and they oooooh-ed and aaaahhh-ed at him. I'm not surprised any more. I'm just proud. He started out cute, but I keep him well fed and nicely dressed.
He slept all the way home and even passed back out in the swing when we got there. It was LATE when we got home, so I didn't get to my pre-bedtime nap until 10:30 or so. It was rough. So I let him sleep till after 11am. I fed him upstairs with barely enough mental capacity to stand without falling over so it was necessary. It's a good thing B was there to help. Unfortunately, mostly for him, DJ was sneak and pooped on the changing table, mostly missing the new diaper that B had just put around his butt. It's been a long time since he's pooped on the table. I try to wait after each feeding so that he is all done by the time I get him up there. B didn't have the chance. I needed DJ changed before the feeding so we wouldn't get poo on his clothes. Oh well.
After the feeding, he took a while to get down. B was holding him and using the pacifier and couldn't get DJ to sleep. I think it was because B had him cradled so that DJ was looking up at him. Daddy is much more interesting than sleepy time. I tried to feed him again and after my nipple started to cry foul even through the nipple guard, I switched to the pacifier. DJ was out shortly there after.
I woke up at 3, and DJ was sound asleep. At 5 am, he started talking to himself. The scheduling book said he might do that for up to an hour. After 10 minutes he started whining so I stuck the pacifier in his mouth. It fell out a minute later and you could almost see the line of "z's" trailing away from the baby's head. At 6 am we had a 30 minute rough spot where he was wiggling and whining, the pacifier only settling him down somewhat. He would fall asleep and then wake up whining five to 10 minutes later. Then suddenly, we were both asleep.
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. I was shocked to read it was after 7:30am. I jumped up, thinking crazy thoughts about the baby being dead. I put on my pj pants (as if you need pants in a situation like that), and peeked my head in his room. Just as I looked into the room, he shook his head from side to side, stretched his arms, rubbed his eyes and started to whine a bit. I walked over to the bed, said good morning and smiled at him. He smiled back. It was like, "Ok, the service is here. I can stop fussing now." This is the second morning he's woken up happy. Hopefully we can just get rid of these little rough patches at night.
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