for those that are keeping track

He slept from 11pm to 6am today. Very exciting.

The Battle for Sleep

It's hard to believe that 3 weeks have past since my last post. The days seem to flow together these days--with the exception from visits and occasional trips out--I don't really remember one day from the other.

Since my last post, Baby P has learned to smile, laugh, coo, and lift his head at a 45 degree angle. I never imagined that a smile could be so breathtaking.

Over here at overanalyzinglife, I have more time than ever to overthink things as I feed the baby. I manage to create issues out of positive things--such as, "do I have an overly perfect baby?" or "should I downplay how great he is as to not make other new moms jealous?"Yes, these are neurotic thoughts....but that is no surprise. With the sleep deprivation, I have turned to watching Friends again. It stops me from dwelling and it is absolutely entertaining. I have watched seasons 5-10--except for season 6 as a neglectful friend still has that--and today I started up season 1. I had to fire it up because of the battle last night.

Baby P went to sleep at 11pm, only to wake up at 2am. Much discussion was had when we "put him down" (I am trying to think of other phrases, because everytime I say that I envision a dog at a pet hospital, and it isn't pretty), as to whether or not he was swaddled tight enough.
At 2am, he confirmed that he was not swaddled tight enough and I went to fix it. I was thankful that he actually went back to sleep.....until 3am.

At 3am, he awoke...again agitated because he was not swaddled tight enough. I finally figured out what was going on with the silly swaddling blanket and then he actually went back to sleep....until 4:30am.

At 4:30am, he awoke...this time I guess he was expecting a little "pick me up" to get him through till 7ish. However, I really want him to start learning how to sleep through the night...so I let him cry. It was not pleasant, but we got through it. After a bit of crying (I won't post the amount of minutes here to avoid judgment), I went in there and gave him his pacifier...which he actually took. That was pretty exciting, as it said to me that he wasn't hungry, he just needed to have his oral fixation satiated (hope that didn't sound too Freudian). So..he dozed..and I stayed up, watching the baby monitor to see when he would wake up. I watched for an hour.

I ended up sleeping from 5:30 to 6:30am...when he awoke, and I took pity on the little man and fed him. He did really well, all things considered (did I mention it was about 75 degrees in our house?). A quick aside--it ended up being a good thing that he was not swaddled tight enough--because it showed me that he can fall back asleep in the middle of the night.

...then I had to have a phone meeting for work at 8:30am. I almost canceled it, but I decided to suck it up and do it anyway. It wasn't so bad. And thankfully, Mike had today off so I was able to sleep a little bit more during the day.

I hope tonight goes better.

It was my intention to write this post with a military theme (hence the title). To make Baby P a "Private P" and myself the Sgt. or whatever...but my brain can't be that creative at the moment to carry it out. So I will just mention the burst of creativity to the reader and hope it is appreciated.