Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Patrick Loses the Title "Easiest Baby"
It began when he started deciding that when he was hungry at night he would just roll onto his stomach and try to come find me. He'd been able to move himself onto his side to eat pretty much since he arrived home from the hospital. Two nights ago he realized that if he just leaned a little bit more he'd roll right over onto his tummy where he could hysterically realize that he was stuck.
I wasn't exactly excited about this development and began forcing the issue of using the co-sleeper that Nani and Grumpa gave us during their trip to Michigan (I wrote about my thoughts on the whole cosleeping/crib sleeping thing here... and I have to say... it's pretty clear that Patrick isn't following Mae Bae as one who loves being in his own little area from the get go...).
Using the co-sleeper, however, meant actually waking up a bit more to nurse and so I decided, on the first night of our co-sleeper adventure, to glance at my phone each time Patrick woke up to nurse. And the stats proved that he was up quite a bit more than I would have thought when I was just barely waking up to feed him. Because our night looked something like this:
8 pm- Patrick eats and goes to sleep while I work downstairs. He sleeps in a bassinet next to me.
11 pm- Patrick wakes up when we go upstairs and eats again. I put him down in the co-sleeper and after a week of realizing he likes the bassinet downstairs, he only grumbles about it a bit.
2 am- He's starving and I think 3 hours.... that's pretty good!
3 am- One hour later we're starving again. I'm less impressed this time.
5 am- I hurry to feed him before his frantic yells, which seem to translate into "milk! now!" wake his sisters.
6 am- The girls are awake. And crying. I sneak out of the room and go into their room where they both sound raspy and sick. They both pile into the same bed with me. Sadie announces that she's freezing despite a fleece footed sleeper and 20 (I'm actually serious... and they feel incredibly heavy... but she keeps saying she's cold...) blankets. Mae is hot and keeps trying to put the blankets off. It's a long hour until...
7 am- Patrick wakes up. It's go time... the day has begun.
So that would be 7 feedings in a 11 hour period. That makes him a better sleeper than big sister Sadie by quite a bit, but can't really compare with Mae's four hour stretches of sleep from day one.
Still, I'm feeling pretty rested with the way things have worked out (it's four o'clock in the afternoon, when both girls go completely insane, that is exhausting!). After all, that is roughly seven hours of kind of unbroken sleep.
I try different baby holds. He seems happiest laid face down across my forearm while I pat is back... However I can't walk with him in that position for more than five minutes because while he's little those ten lbs add up pretty quickly, and when I sit down he goes back to screaming. The other holds, he lets me know, are not acceptable.
And did I mention that, earlier this week, at two and a half weeks old, Patrick and I spent our Saturday at the ER, for reasons that will remain undisclosed to protect the not-so-innocent and that he had his first cat-scan, while the pediatric ER nurses assured me that "this sort of thing happens all the time" (and by the way the pediatric ER at that hospital is spectacular... there are huge touch screen computers built into the walls for the kids to play in... if Sadie saw it she'd ask to go back just to visit and play...).
I think I can honestly say that that might have been my worst Mom moment ever. I can definitely say that it was up there...
Anyways... I digress...
And then Patrick... well... Patrick does something that makes me a bit suspicious. He's in Daddy's arms now and he's suddenly completely quiet. Paul has done absolutely nothing to earn this quietness. He's holding him just like I was... but is Patrick screaming? Nope. He snuggles into Daddy's chest and closes his eyes. He may even sigh contently as I head up the stairs.
Paul carries him up five minutes later and places him in the co-sleeper where he dozes peacefully for three hours. He wakes up and starts to cry at 4... and then settles back in after Daddy burps him.
Daddy is apparently his person.
I think he really, really enjoyed that week off when Paul was home, and he's apparently not all that thrilled that his Dad is back at school with regular classes for one week, one week of crazy studying and then, finally, finals. And the week before Christmas when the break finally begins? It still feels pretty far off.
And me? I'm just really hoping this screaming isn't a nightly thing. Because I have some major sewing to do now, both for the shop and to get ready for Christmas. And three nightly hours of screaming doesn't really fit into that schedule... So here's hoping it was a one night screaming event.
At least now I know who to call to get him to settle down...