A few months ago I bragged about Max finally sleeping through the night. We had a good run, but it looks like those days are over. It might be temporary but I'm not optimistic.
It started about 10 days ago. At 4:30AM Max begins to fuss. Brett and I lay there trying to ignore the noises coming over the monitor in hopes he can get himself back to sleep. Within 15 minutes the fusses turn into wails of desperation and nothing will
shut him up calm him but a bottle. When this first began we hoped it was a fluke. He was sick and we were told 4 teeth were coming any day (they’ve yet to arrive). Now he’s perfectly healthy but has developed quite the appetite. He’s just too hungry to make it to 6:30AM.
Really, I shouldn’t complain. Waking up for the first time at 4:30 isn’t bad. That gives us 6-7 hours of sleep. In a row. Three months ago I would have given my left hand for that much sleep. It’s so much better then the hourly waking that was the norm. I can survive on 6-7 hours of sleep. I can remember where I put my keys, actually do a decent job at work and look mostly human instead of half zombie. Still, I had a taste of the 8 full hours and dammit, I want it back.
The other issue is the time he wakes. If he got up at 2 or 3 I could feed Max and still go back for a few hours sleep. 4:30AM is a mere one hour before I get up for work. Max may be able to go back to sleep when the bottle is empty but I can’t. Instead of sweet dreams I lie in bed staring at the ceiling fan waiting for my obnoxious alarm to signal a new day. (Side rant: Why the screech, alarm clocks? I know it’s to make sure I actually wake but I’m sure I could get up to the sound of Jon Hamm cooing sweet nothings into my ear. Someone please tell me there’s a John Hamm cooing app for the iPhone)
So until we find a magic feeding schedule that keeps Max from waking too early, I might as well do something with that hour instead of just laying in bed. If you see some really early morning blog comments and Tweets from me, now you know why.
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