We were doing well with the sleeping thing. Until the night before last.
He went from 7:20 p.m. to 12:10 a.m. between feedings (note this doesn’t mean he slept that entire time, he had a nice fussy period after his 7 p.m. feeding which lasted probably a good hour at least). So that was almost 5 hours. Wonderful. And he ate like a champ a midnight.
And then barfed all over me. And then cried until 3:15 a.m.
So what I have learned from this experience is: burp the baby between breasts. (That’s the time between breasts, not the space between them.)
After an exhausing 3 hours with a crying baby who appeared to be writhing in pain and extreme discomfort after emptying the contents of his stomach all over me (down my back, into my panties even), the glider chair and himself (even got it in his hair somehow), I was pooped. Even after he went to sleep until 6:30 a.m. and then again until 10 a.m. (when he puked again, this time on Kevin.) Just so worn out from that, the whole day was kinda hard. Thank heaven for Kevin who held him and looked after him all morning so I could rest. He’s such a good daddy.
I did make it to the baby shower, though. I hope I didn’t steal my pregnant friend’s thunder at all, showing up with a newborn baby. I stayed longer than I planned (of course) and so came home pretty tired.
And then, after we bathed our little angel and fed him, he went from a 6:20 p.m. feeding to 1 a.m. I keep counting it on my fingers – that’s 6 1/2 hours! I couldn’t believe it. So much so that I went to bed at 9 p.m. and woke up every hour (at 8 minutes to the hour) expecting him to be awake and hungry.
The little guy has moved to the crib when he sleeps upstairs now, so I think that helps a bit as he’s not right next to me and actually has to wake up for me to wake up, instead of just making cute little sleep noises that wake me up thinking he’s hungry and then my efforts to peer at him and assess his hungry-ness waking him up in turn.
So then he went from 1 a.m. to 6:35 a.m. – another 5 1/2 hours. I’m not complaining. It was bliss. I got 7 hours sleep in 2 doses. That’s the longest consecutive sleep I’ve had in 2 1/2 weeks.
He continued his morning cluster feeding habit today (which is fine with me) and we all went for a walk around the neighborhood in the morning (which he mostly slept through). Then we went out for breakfast (which is mostly fussed through as he kept getting hungry). And then we were out running errands all afternoon (which made me tired, so I’m going to be once I finish this post, and he mostly slept through again, continuing his routine of a long afternoon nap – smart kid).
And now, I think, I hope, he’s down for a few more hours after a 6:10 p.m. feed. (That’s the time I start feeding him. I’m sure no one else is as fascinated with these times as I am, but you’re getting the info anyway. At least I’m not telling you if he had only a wet diaper or a poopy one as well when I change him… 😉
Just tiptoed into his room to check…yep, asleep to Bethoven for Babies, which I think might have been the secret to last night’s long nap. I put it on when I put him in his crib and he went to sleep with no fussing. Fingers crossed it works again this time. Maybe all that classical music I listened to while pregnant really did have an effect…