After 2 months of wonderful sleeping through the night, the young chap suddenly began waking up again several times! 2am, 4am, 6am.... he would not go down without a fight and a good ole holler. It would take a full hour each time before he would fall back to sleep.
It was insane!
It was insane!
I was so tired and cranky I'd be upset at the smallest thing, grumble at the hubby and wonder why we decided to have a baby at all! The poor hubby was a walking zombie at work and had to put up with a grouchy wife. Not a happy family.
Finally after some trial and error, we got the room temperature right and refined the bedtime routine of singing, bath, massage, prayer and nursing. He began to go back to sleeping 6 hours at night. We still haven't gotten him to go beyond 6 hours but each baby is different and he's just not quite able to soothe himself back to sleep yet we reckon! It was not perfect but it was good enough for us.
Then in the last few days, the little man became all cranky and fussy ALL day. He started drooling loads, chewing on anything and everything, coughing and gagging and wouldn't settle at all. We were like, isn't he a wee bit young to be teething at 3 months??!! But we couldn't figure out what else could be the case.
Bcos he was irritable and upset, he wanted to comfort nurse when he wasn't really hungry. Which meant throwing up 6 times within an hour and going through 3 sets of clothes. By the time he hurled up for the 4th time, I'd learnt to position his head so he wouldn't get puke on his clothes. Or me. He is now officially "Vomit Boy", after "Droolster" and "Poop-aholic" among many other nicknames.
But when you find yourself reaching your limit, you get goo goo eyes like this. And your heart melts.
So yes, motherhood requires lots of love, patience, grace and prayers. But you tell yourself: oh well, the difficult times won't last forever!
And then you go back to your little boy who now smells like sour milk. Yippee.
Finally after some trial and error, we got the room temperature right and refined the bedtime routine of singing, bath, massage, prayer and nursing. He began to go back to sleeping 6 hours at night. We still haven't gotten him to go beyond 6 hours but each baby is different and he's just not quite able to soothe himself back to sleep yet we reckon! It was not perfect but it was good enough for us.
Then in the last few days, the little man became all cranky and fussy ALL day. He started drooling loads, chewing on anything and everything, coughing and gagging and wouldn't settle at all. We were like, isn't he a wee bit young to be teething at 3 months??!! But we couldn't figure out what else could be the case.
Bcos he was irritable and upset, he wanted to comfort nurse when he wasn't really hungry. Which meant throwing up 6 times within an hour and going through 3 sets of clothes. By the time he hurled up for the 4th time, I'd learnt to position his head so he wouldn't get puke on his clothes. Or me. He is now officially "Vomit Boy", after "Droolster" and "Poop-aholic" among many other nicknames.
But when you find yourself reaching your limit, you get goo goo eyes like this. And your heart melts.So yes, motherhood requires lots of love, patience, grace and prayers. But you tell yourself: oh well, the difficult times won't last forever!
And then you go back to your little boy who now smells like sour milk. Yippee.
1 comment:
I used to lie Elisha on my lap like that all the time! respite for my sore arms. Easy when they can't budge. yet. ;)
You're doing great Mommy Challenger!
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