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Don’t let that sweet, handsome little face fool ya!



My sweet baby has been giving us a tough time the past few nights! See, we’ve been very fortunate in that whenever we put him to bed at night, he falls right asleep. I usually nurse him for about an hour while I watch a Netflix show on the laptop. He falls deep asleep and doesn’t wake up as I transition him from my arms to his swing. (Like Nathan did when he was little, only we don’t have to actually turn the swing on for John.) And then, if I’m lucky, he’ll sleep until 7am. If I’m not lucky, he’ll wake up at night to nurse. That’s fine, though, because that’s life with a baby.

However, the past couple of nights, he’ll still fall deep asleep while I’m nursing him. But then for some reason right as we’re finishing, he’ll pop WIDE AWAKE. I mean so awake that he starts laughing and smacking my face with his little hands. I’ll try to cuddle him and hold him to quiet him down, but nope. He’s awake and there’s no changing it.

I still attempt to lay him down because, you know, it’s night time and all. But the second I walk out of the room, the floodgates release complete with a waterfall of tears and shrieking. Of course, I just can’t bear to hear him like that (it breaks my heart) so I go get him. And he’s completely awake! I bring him out into the living room with me and just hold him and hug him. It takes 1-2 hours from there for him to get sleepy again, after which I nurse him back to sleep. By this time, its 11:30 or 12 at night, way past my bedtime. And I can’t go to bed right after I lay him down because he’ll just wake back up if he hears me. So I’m finally crawling into bed around 12:30, which wouldn’t be a big deal if he slept later. You’ve heard the saying before- put ’em to bed later and they’ll sleep later, right? WRONG! He wakes up at 5am and I nurse him. Then again at 6am. And again at 7am. Let me tell you, you just don’t know how important it is to get enough sleep until you don’t get any! He sleeps so much better when he falls asleep earlier, that’s for sure.

I’m hoping this is just a phase because whew! I’m in a sleep-deprived fog here. But then I just look at his sweet face and I know everything will be ok. It has to be!


Rough nights for the baby


Sweet baby John has been having a rough time at night for the past couple of weeks. And when I say John is having a rough time, that means this mommy is having a rough time, too. He’s been waking up 2-3 times a night… sometimes to eat, sometimes from horrible gas pains. I’ve been giving him the gas drops and some gripe water as well, but to no avail.

Last night was awful. The baby woke up about an hour after I fell asleep, so I fed him. I was so tired, however, that as I was sitting straight up feeding him, I fell back asleep for a couple of hours. Don’t worry, he rests comfortably in my arms while he’s eating, and I have him positioned in such a way that he can’t fall out of my grasp.

At any rate, since I fell asleep while I was feeding him, I didn’t get to burp him. So about 45 minutes or so after I woke back up and laid him back down to sleep, he woke up shrieking and arching his back. Poor baby. I brought him into our bed and massaged his tummy, moved his legs around, basically doing anything to help him get the gas out. It took about 45 minutes for him to pass the gas, and he was shrieking in pain the entire time. It’s so hard to see your baby cry like that! After that, I just held him and rocked him for a while until he calmed back down.

We’re still not sure why he’s waking up from gas pains. I make sure to burp him, but sometimes even after 10 minutes of trying, I can’t get a burp out. We thought maybe he was getting really hungry, so we started him on solids (rice cereal) a few days ago, but that didn’t help either. There’s nothing new in my diet that would cause him to have so much gas at night. I suppose all we can really do is wait for this phase to pass.

In the meantime, I hope I can somehow catch up on my sleep… it’s hard to function being so tired!


It’s gone!


Sunburn fire ant hell itch is gone! I woke up yesterday morning and was feeling much better thanks to the hydrocortisone cream I was using. I hope I never experience that again. It was awful. MIND-NUMBINGLY AWFUL.

Well, its time for me to go to sleep. I have this amazingly adorable grunting baby sleeping in his co-sleeper right beside me. Time for me to nibble those chubby little cheeks and turn in for the night. I’ll be up in 2 hours to feed him…




So remember how I talked about us moving into the house Paul grew up in? Well, we’ve slowly been packing the smaller things and moving them into the new house. Let me tell you, the whole packing and moving process right after having a baby is rough. Taking care of a newborn (as in feeding him every two hours, even at night, and surviving on 3-5 hours of sleep a day) plus taking care of a four-year-old, plus trying to stay on top of housework (with emphasis on *trying*) PLUS packing up an entire house is exhausting. Sometimes all I feel like doing is crying. I don’t really know why; this move is a good thing for us. What an awesome opportunity we’ve been given. The house is bigger, there’s a ton more storage space, a humongous yard, an amazing school system, the conveniences of city living such as no more hauling our trash and recycleables off and having loads of stores and restaurants at our fingertips. There’s nothing to be sad over. This is an amazing thing happening for us. I hate that I feel so weepy these days.

I think I’m just feeling so overwhelmed right now, and I’m sure its due to my fluctuating hormones coupled with lack of sleep and the stress of caring for a newborn. Having a newborn just in and of itself is draining; piling everything else on top of that is a recipe for exhaustion.

I would really like to get some rest, but that won’t happen any time soon. Its impossible to take a nap when the baby sleeps during the day because of everything that needs to be done. I wish I could just fast forward a couple of months, but then I’d miss out on this precious time in John’s life. Sometimes it feels like I just can’t win. I know things will be just fine once we get moved and settled in, but in the short term, it’s so overwhelming.

I know things will be better in a few short weeks. I’ll get through it and will look back on this time with fondness and maybe even laughter.

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