Sunday Morning
Last night we tried a new approach.
Lately we haven't fared well in the wee hours. Samantha has preferred to be awake and uncomfortable, or asleep and vocal, intermittently or perpetually (so it seems), and sometimes outright distraught for reasons not readily explainable. It's been taking a toll on mom and dad, who, at times, haven't been as nice to each other as they're used to (dad says "sorry." You know he loves you both dearly).
So, we decided to take a page from my sister and brother-in-law's book. We've decided to divide the night up into two shifts, 10:00 p.m. - 3:00 a.m., and 3:00 a.m. - 8:00 a.m.
As it happened, dad got the first shift last night. Sam went down at 9:30 p.m., grunting, gurgling, sucking and thrashing until about 12:30 a.m., when she woke up for real. Mom had earplugs in, so, dad assumes, got to sleep through this performance. After a new diaper and 4 ounces of formula, dad and Sam went back to bed.
Sam's next conscious appearance was at 3:12 a.m. Mom's turn, thank god! So far, so good. But, now the flaws in the plan begin to appear. It seems the parent with the second shift (3:00 to 8:00 a.m.) would have to, on a "normal" night, get up at least twice. As it turns out, Sam was awake and hungry again at 6:00 a.m. Oh well. Dad gets to look forward to this tonight :-)
Anyway, when dad got up this morning at 8:30 a.m., here's what he saw downstairs in the living room:
Thanks for the comments, you guys!
Lately we haven't fared well in the wee hours. Samantha has preferred to be awake and uncomfortable, or asleep and vocal, intermittently or perpetually (so it seems), and sometimes outright distraught for reasons not readily explainable. It's been taking a toll on mom and dad, who, at times, haven't been as nice to each other as they're used to (dad says "sorry." You know he loves you both dearly).
So, we decided to take a page from my sister and brother-in-law's book. We've decided to divide the night up into two shifts, 10:00 p.m. - 3:00 a.m., and 3:00 a.m. - 8:00 a.m.
As it happened, dad got the first shift last night. Sam went down at 9:30 p.m., grunting, gurgling, sucking and thrashing until about 12:30 a.m., when she woke up for real. Mom had earplugs in, so, dad assumes, got to sleep through this performance. After a new diaper and 4 ounces of formula, dad and Sam went back to bed.
Sam's next conscious appearance was at 3:12 a.m. Mom's turn, thank god! So far, so good. But, now the flaws in the plan begin to appear. It seems the parent with the second shift (3:00 to 8:00 a.m.) would have to, on a "normal" night, get up at least twice. As it turns out, Sam was awake and hungry again at 6:00 a.m. Oh well. Dad gets to look forward to this tonight :-)
Anyway, when dad got up this morning at 8:30 a.m., here's what he saw downstairs in the living room:
Thanks for the comments, you guys!
posted by McDood | 9:03 AM
2 Comments:
Thanks dad for taking us through your first night of "shifts!" It's going to get better, I promise. Could be Sam's in charge instead of mom and dad? See you soon! Precious picture of your "girls!"
Oh, these nights are sooo hard! You'll get it figured out. I remember when R was little (but big enough to go into a baby swing) he'd only sleep well in the swing! We bought lots of batteries to make sure that thing would never die out in the middle of the night. I was pleased that it worked, but concerned that he'd never sleep in a bed. I even had a nightmare that when he was a teenager, he'd have a huge swing in his room to sleep. LOL. Hang in there -- it will work itself out.
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