I am writing much earlier then I usually do- because my baby boy kept me up pretty much the whole night.
He started fussing in his sleep at about 8:30pm. He’d been asleep for about an hour. He had eaten a lot during the day (including two baby cubes of homemade sweet potato and 3 tablespoons of oat cereal) and went to sleep pretty easily. I thought he would be tired out from all of the festivities of the Thanksgiving weekend and would sleep like a dream…boy was I wrong.
Starting from 8:30pm, Zach was up every single hour. He didn’t miss one! He wasn’t awake, but he was crying in his sleep. I went down the list of possibilities:
1) Hungry?? Nope! I tried to feed him, he didn’t eat.
2) Wet/Poopy Diaper?? Nope! I did change his diaper- made no difference.
3) Gas? No burps, no toots…no gas!
4) Hurt in some way? Couldn’t find ANYTHING that may have been hurting him or bothering him.
The only thing I am left with is that he is teething…but this is the second night in a row that he has been up (although the night before wasn’t nearly as bad). I don’t know how much more I can do on so little sleep.
When he “woke up” for the day at 7am (like always) I begrudgingly shuffled to his room. I was annoyed and wished I could have just one extra hour of sleep. Then he saw me…and he started kicking and smiling and laughing…how could I be mad at a face like that, huh?? I’ll take no sleep just to see my baby boy smiling his gummy at me from his crib. It melts my heart every time.
Although I have a feeling that coffee will be my friend today- my very best friend:)