So I finally had time this morning to finish this. It’s 8:00am, and I’ve been up since 5:00am. I’ve nursed him 3 times, changed his diaper twice, changed his clothes 3 times because of either spit up (lots of spit up) or pee, done about 5 minutes of tummy time, about 30 minutes of talking to each other, and bounced around the house for about 30 minutes to get him to take a nap. Is it my bed time yet?
So like I was saying last night, it hasn’t gotten any easier, I’m just getting into a routine and learning his ques, which makes everything run a whole lot smoother.
I’m still scared to take him out anywhere by myself, other than for a walk around the neighborhood. So we’ve just been chillin at the house all day every day (until my husband gets home). I’m just worried he’ll throw a fit when we’re out somewhere by ourselves. I don’t know why my husband being there too makes it easier, it just does. I need to get over it, I know.
We went out to dinner with him on Friday and he fussed the whole time. Then we took him to my niece’s first birthday party on Saturday, and he fussed only about half the time, but he was hungry pretty much the entire time. I felt like I spent at least 75% of the party in a bedroom nursing. I wish pumping was a going a little better so I can just give him a bottle when we’re out and about. Then on Sunday we took him out to dinner with some family and that went pretty smoothly. He just sat on my lap facing everyone the whole time and just kind of stared at everything and everyone.
We also had a major breakthrough this weekend…On Friday night he slept for 4 hours straight at night (a total of 7 hours), then on Saturday night he slept for 5 1/2 glorious hours straight (7 1/2 hours total). It was so amazing! But also weird because I kept waking up every two hours all confused. Anyway, those were his two best nights yet, and he hasn’t slept that well since. He pretty much always sleeps for about 7 hours at night, but it’s usually 3 hrs/2 hrs/2hrs, so I’m getting up twice in the middle of the night, which I admit isn’t that bad. For the first 3 or so weeks he wasn’t sleeping AT ALL..
He’s about 11 lbs now, which seems so huge to me. He nurses 10 or 11 times every day for about a half an hour each. He used to nurse 15 times a day for about a half an hour each, so we’re definitely making progress. He takes lots of naps during the day, but always on me, he won’t nap during the day unless he’s on his tummy on his chest. I know you’re not supposed to let them do this, but screw it, he’s not a happy baby unless he naps. Right now is pretty much the first nap he’s taken during the day in his rock n play. Yaaay! Hopefully he can keep this up.
On a side note. Wes woke me up at 5 this morning because he needed to be changed, and when I picked him up his swaddle was completely soaked. When I took it and his jammies off I noticed that my husband forgot to attach the tape piece from one of the sides (he gets up to change him once in the middle of the night), so his diaper was like shoved down into one of his jammie legs, and his ENTIRE body was covered in pee. Poor baby. Good thing he didn’t poop though.
Oh, and speaking of swaddle….Here is how we get Wes to sleep at night:
1. We give him a bath. Plus I put this herbal stuff in his tub that’s supposed to calm and soothe him
2. I swaddle him.
3. I nurse him to sleep
4. I put him in a rock n play next to my side of the bed.
5. We have a white noise machine going all night that plays wave sounds.
6. I rock the rock n play until I’m sure he’s sound asleep.
I (or my husband) also get up to change him the second he starts to fuss. If he gets too upset it takes over an hour to get him back to sleep. When he’s being changed or nursed we don’t talk to him at all, we don’t want to stimulate him in any way, otherwise he wakes up too much and doesn’t want to sleep.
So yeah, that’s what’s been going on, and this is our ever evolving process. Every day gets a little easier. For the first 4 or so weeks I was a wreck, and questioning whether I was a good mother and if I was going to make it through without drugs and and couseling. Now I’m a lot more hopeful, and when I’m away from my baby all I can do is think about him and can’t wait to get home to the madness.