The Bad
He had another 4-hour crazy period. As I wiped away tears from my eyes and cried to the ceiling “WHYYYY?????” all I could think was that I was being punished for something. But I’m not sure what that something is, which made me cry “WHYYYYYY????” all over again. As I’m, typing this, he’s going through another crazy period next to me on the couch, in Mama’s arms… he thought his bedtime was just another naptime. (But since she’s dealing with it rather than me, I’m managing this time around. 
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I gotta figure something out. I did indeed try both of yesterday’s ideas, neither of which was great. The swing helped to the extent that it calmed him down, but the thing is that he’s so interested in holding the bottle and not letting it drop that he stays awake doing bottle management. So maybe to get him calm, but not to get him to sleep.
I think having a larger bottle with more milk in it might help. Then there’s no panic when it runs out and he hasn’t fallen asleep yet. The 5oz (6 if you jam it full) of the Medela bottle just isn’t enough for some feeding sessions. The other thing about having a larger bottle is that for some reason it’s a bit easier to get him to keep his hands off it. And when his hands aren’t engaged in ‘touching’ and ‘feeling’ things, he’s less likely to stay awake.
The Good
1. I had a bit of help today from Aunt Brim. That helped me reserve my energy for the crazy period that arrived directly after she left. That was awesome. I’m not too proud to hand off Baby Monkey to any willing hands for any amount of time, any time of day. As she walked through the front door, I threw him down the hall like a slo-pitch softball… and since she plays some baseball and softball, I knew she’d catch him*. So. Freakin’. Awesome. To have extra hands. (especially ones that love Cole so much)
2. After the crazies were over and I had all but lost my soul, he finally napped. At home. Not in the car. Hooray! And what a nap. About 2 hours of sleep, which is uncommon (to say the least) for this little guy. And me? I napped the whole time, too. In the other room with my first little boy, Moby.
TWO HOURS.
I don’t know if all y’all can truly understand the importance of this. It really made my day. Woke up with him and I was so happy and energetic and glad to be spending time with him again.
Mama got home, we took the dogs for a walk at the pit, and then we had sushi from our favourite sushi restaurant, Sushi 88.
TWO HOURS!
Hallelujah!
The Pee
Actually, it all started with some puke. Last night, I proudly selected an outfit I thought he’d be cute in, and set it aside for today. Before even his first diaper change, he had puked down the front, getting the shirt all wet. Had to put a new one on.
Then when it was time for the first diaper change, pee happened. I usually put a cloth as a “peepee teepee”, but both of us have been getting lazy about that lately. So as I’m just about to fasten the snappee for his cloth diaper, I feel something very warm on my forearm. Warm and wet. He had peed JUST before I pulled the cloth over his bits. New shirt? Nah. See, it made perfect sense to give him nakey time! I know that he has just peed and isn’t likely due for a while. Into the crib with him, all nakey and giggly.
But then after only about 10 mins, not so giggly. “What’s the matter, little dude?” I ask him. More crying by way of response. Pick him up and notice… yup, lying in a wet spot in the crib.
Into the new shirt (needed from before) and off with the bedding.
I know it doesn’t sound like a deluge of pee or anything, but it sure felt like I wasn’t managing his water waste very well.
Pears
In other news, he enjoys Red Pears almost as much as yesterday’s soft green pears. I like the Red Pears just a bit better, so I think that’s what we’ll stick with. Mind you, there are a few other varieties we haven’t tried yet.
