Four days ago, Baby woke up every hour on the hour for a five hour stretch of the night and every other hour the rest of the night. I was a zombie the next day. Sleep deprivation is not good for my sense of humor. But every morning, Baby wakes up, bright-eyed and seemingly totally refreshed. How?! How?!
Two days later, at the point of exhaustion, Baby ate at 11pm. He fussed and fell asleep. See you in two hours, I thought.
When he woke up and started crying, I looked at the clock. It was 5am. I wondered if Husband was pranking me, changing the time on the clock while I slept. But, no. Alas the light was just beginning to filter through the curtains. Baby had slept for six hours!
I picked him up and started kissing him like crazy.
He looked at me as if to say, "Listen Lady. That is not how this works. I cry, you wake up, mix me a drink, and change my diaper. None of this smothering kisses stuff."
Too bad, my dear. Too bad. Mommy got six hours of sleep! Prepare for a party of epic proportions.
He was less colicky than usual yesterday as well. Oh, happy day!
This morning? Back to business as usual. But, I can take it. I can see a light at the end of the sleep deprivation. Someday, Baby's colic will calm down, and someday, Baby will sleep through the night. Or at least six hours. I can live on that.
In the meantime, since he insists on being held most of the day, he and I have been watching some movies. I introduced him to the Lizzie Bennet Diaries on you tube. He wasn't that interested.
Then I introduced him to foreign films. I really like foreign films but almost never have the time to sit down and read subtitles for three hours at a stretch. With baby's needs, I am now sitting for large stretches of time. On the plus side, he seems to like the foreign music. And if he starts speaking Japanese, or Hindi, or Norwegian, or develops a British accent, that is just a nice bonus.
The boys love him. We love him. I have no idea what we would do without Baby. He is an absolute treasure.
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