For the last week the nights have been horrible. Last night it seemed like he was off and on my booby for 7 hours, with at most a 20 minute break in between. He would feed for at least an a half an hour, fall asleep, and then I would put him down in the desperate hope that he would stay that way for at least an hour so I could get a little nap. 5-10 minutes later he would wake up fussing and I would try everything else imaginable before just putting him back on my boob. I know he is eating, I know because it is going through him. Feeding him works fine during the day, but for some reason it doesn't cut it at night. Whats worse? After a marathon feeding I know all he wants is to be in the bed with me, being cuddled and stared at. Not easy at 4 am when I haven't slept.
And what else is disturbing? He doesn't let us know when he has soiled his diaper unless it leaks. Yes, I either have to listen or smell to know whether he needs a changing.
Vance has gone over 2 weeks smoke free, no cheating. Having a kid has really changed us. I never knew that I could ever be so patient when I am woken up by a screaming baby who needs to be fed for the 5th time that night, or who is just screaming because he knows he can. It's all love. Even when he is screaming I stare at his face and think about how amazing and adorable he is.
There are some major changes due for this site. I have no idea when I will be able to actually get around to that. See, there are three draft posts saved that were never finished because he would start fussing in the middle of them. It actually took me a good hour to finish this one.
Since he's sleeping now, finally, I am going to try and catch a nap.