Whoever coined that phrase either had never had a baby, or meant something entirely different by it.
At any rate, last night Cooper gave me EIGHT blissful hours of sweet slumber. Kenny and I went to sleep about five minutes after Cooper did, charmingly wrapped in a hug, and we all woke up eight hours and ten minutes later to a gentle billy goat cry. Heaven!
Today it is windy and chilly at the beach, but we still managed a few hours in the sand this morning, and will no doubt return post-nap time for some kite flying. I have been deeded another “lunch break” and have found myself to the same internet cafe, hot coffee in hand and the remnant crumbs of a salad-plate-sized cookie by my side.
Kenny is sleeping off his morning beach frolic and Cooper is hopefully snoozing with Casey while I am away. Or at least contentedly hanging out. He’s a funny little guy. He seems to have four speeds: Sound Asleep (50% of the day), Barely Asleep and Gagging on Spitup (20%), Awake and Mellow (20%) and Awake and Screaming Like a Banshee (10%). But let me tell you, that Banshee time is gut-wrenching enough to make you swear it’s half the day.
He has his two month check-up on Tuesday and I’m hoping that his pediatrician will prescribe something for reflux, which I am certain is what plagues him everytime I try to lay him down after nursing. Nurse him to sleep my foot! I have to keep him upright for at least twenty minutes or he starts vomiting like a college freshman. The problem with that is usually by that time he smells milk and thinks he’s ready to eat again.
Ah. I anyone had told me five years ago that I would one day be writing a blog about spitup, I would have clobbered them. I love being a mommy.
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6 responses to “Sleeping Like a Baby”
Funny what you start thinking is interesting to talk about……spit up, poopy diapers, and other bodily functions previously saved for conversations with well, no one. The first good night sleep is blissful, I remember it well. You wake up and think “I might actually make it through this child being an infant.” I am glad you found your peace– at night and at lunch!:smile:
like, mommie, like son!!!!!
Pig Will was the SAME way… (in fact, both of mine projectile vomited, lovely… but Pig Me Too would sleep.) and you know my joke… she ate, every hour on the hour for an hour. 😆 funny now… not so funny then. Oh and she did the banshee crying about 60% of the day. I didn’t tell you, but the other day when we were over and I was holding Coop and he wouldn’t stop crying… my mind flashed back 6 years ago and I remembered my PPD. 😥 But then he stopped and fell asleep in my arms and looked so content. Ah… good Aunt Kim.
Reflux truly sucks. (But at least it’s not colic, right?) We found that putting TJ in his Ocean Wonders swing helped him not spit up so much.
P.S. Did you know that you have one of the top 10 mommy blogs according to Google, Yahoo, and Ask? (I’m sure you did, but I made a list. :mrgreen:)
In the trenches of being a mom myself and I can tell you that it’s the hardest but best job I have ever done. I love it.
Best job…meaning enjoyable. We’re still working on the best job.