One of the rewards for flying a combined 2200 miles with a four-month-old and learning to be a (very temporary) single parent was Roo’s reaction to seeing NSG at the airport.
It’s been so much fun to watch him becoming more and more responsive, to hear him start to learn that he has a voice, to watch him master new tricks like rolling (for the first time on Thanksgiving day!).
But I didn’t realize quite how much he had changed until we got to the baggage claim and saw NSG, and he lost. his. tiny. mind.
Kicking his legs. Huge smiles. Squeals galore. Shaking his little fists. I’ve never seen a happier being, except for NSG in that same moment. Oh, I loved it. Everyone at the baggage claim was smiling at them.
And after falling apart, hardcore, before falling asleep the whole time we were gone, he fell asleep without a peep on NSG’s chest that night. In the morning, more kicking, more smiling, more squealing. Really, really cool.
Unfortunately the night in between was rough. I think he wasn’t sure he was really home, and that NSG was really there, so he woke up FOUR times. And this after three nights of the same, sleeping with me in a strange bed without one of his moms.
I started to lose it. The kid is yet to sleep through the night. When I went back to work, he employed that special sneaky infant survival trick and slept through until 4 or 5 every night. It was great. And then (and I guess this is normal) he regressed. Back to 2 feedings a night, or at least one feeding and one very loud announcement of “I need someone to hold me RIGHT NOW!”
I don’t necessarily expect him to sleep through, though my cousins all insist that the Babywise method (which is definitely not for us) got their kids sleeping through the night at 12 weeks, but getting back to one night waking would make a huge difference.
It’s getting harder than it was before, I think because my expectations were higher. Anyway, in desperation last night we moved him out of the co-sleeper and into the middle of our bed. He snuggled right in between us, touching our faces and putting his forehead up against our chests, and slept until FIVE.
Does this mean damned if we do, damned if we don’t?
I need sleep. Desperately. But I also want to snuggle with my wife. I don’t know if I wanted it to work or not. Should a girl have to choose between snuggling with her wife and getting enough sleep?
Oh, I know. This is hardly a real problem, and it’s certainly not a big one or even an unusual one. I’m just blowing off a little steam. But this morning I had to get an extra cup of coffee because I could hardly function at work, and then I spent half the day feeling like I was high because the caffeine buzz was so off the hook.