The Tease

Hello, and welcome to 4:30AM. Why am I blogging at 4:30 AM? Because I am UP at 4:30AM, and there is little else to do. There's a bottle warming in a pan of hot water and a baby right now deciding whether to stay asleep or fight the good fight to BE AWAKE.

Here's how we got to this point:

On Thursday night, a miraculous thing happened. Eamon went down at 10:00PM, like he usually does, and did not stir until 6 AM. That's right...he slept through the whole night. He did wake up once, having lost his pacifier, so Aaron put it back in his (Eamon's) mouth, and ultimately we ended up with 8 hours of sleep.

Ha! We said. A fluke. Just a fluke. Will never happen again.

It happened again Friday night. Well, we said, two flukes in a row. No chance of it happening again.

It happened again Saturday night. And finally, we dared to dream that hey, maybe Eamon was ready to sleep through the night! And we began to back ourselves on our proverbial backs. We had worked so hard, helping him learn how to self-soothe, creating bedtime routines and rituals to help him understand night versus day, look how far we had come from the beginning when he wanted to be held 24 hours a day or he would scream his head off...

And then Sunday night (last night), it all disappeared in a disappointing puff of smoke. He woke up at 1:00, and would not go back to sleep until Aaron fed him. He then woke up again at 3:30, and continued crying until I put his pacifier back in his mouth twice. He then woke up again at about 5:00, and same thing. He woke up for the last time at 6:30AM, which is his normal wake-up time anyway, and absolutely would not go back to sleep, so I just got up with him anyway, even though we had a snow day and we both totally could have slept a little more if he had been at all willing to have it.

Now, tonight. Well, he fussed for Aaron a bit around 1 AM again, but Aaron magically got him back to sleep somehow, because Aaron's are generally good like that (I like to think it's magical, but suspect it's really more to do with patiently calming him down and then putting him back to bed drowsy, but not asleep, until the kid finally stays down for good). Once again, Eamon woke up at 3:30, so I changed his diaper and put him in his swing while I pumped, because he didn't really seem all that hungry even though he hadn't eaten since 9PM. He has since fallen asleep, so I put him back in his crib and he's making gentle cooing baby sounds which could blossom into full-on sleep or full-on awakeness, you never can tell...

And I, of course, am now wide awake. Even though we have a two hour delay today.

The other big tease was that Eamon was supposed to have his 2 month check up yesterday. We had decided to wait to post until after this appointment, because really, he's grown so much and we were excited to share the official measurements with everyone. We've measured him on my bathroom scale, which isn't too accurate, and come up with something about 12-poundsish, and I attempted to use a tape measure to get his length and it was somewhere about 24-25 inchesish, but it's hard to know since he's a wiggly little bugger. He's well into 3 month sizes, and 6 month things are a little wide but none too long on him.

BUT, the doctor's office was closed. Because of the inch of snow. Which I feel is a very adequate reason for closing down a school, because then I get a day off, but should not close a doctor's office, because really, by the time our 4PM appointment rolled around, there was no snow left on the roads.

Now, who knows when I'll be able to get another well-baby check? So, you're just going to have to live with the unofficial measurements, just like I'll have to live with a baby who CAN sleep through the night when he feels like it, he just doesn't quite feel like it yet, thank you very much. Sigh.