Nursing Jack, wonderful in itself, has been especially great because it’s time I’ve been able to read. Even if only for 5-10 minutes, I get to read multiple times a day. Lately…not so much. I’m still nursing him as much as ever, but he rarely settles down and just eats anymore. Instead, he does gymnastics. Or parkour. Sometimes he ends up practically upside down. I need both hands, making it pretty difficult to read. He does it almost every time, even before bed and in the middle of the night, and especially before naps, and once he settles into sleep, I’m getting him into the crib pretty quickly. I am NOT complaining about him napping in the crib instead of on me – that is WONDERFUL and HELPFUL and I use that time to get work done so I don’t have to work as late at night. Occasionally (okay, all the time), I wish I were holding him for a nap instead because he’s so cuddly and warm and sweet, but really, he sleeps longer in the crib, and we all need that. A napping baby is a charming, adorable, and funny baby who sleeps better at night.
What was my point?
So I lost my nursing/reading time to acrobatics, and I have to use napping time for work (like, ahem, right now). I try to read in bed at night, but that’s not working, either. For the last five nights in a row I’ve done that thing where you’re reading and then you wonder why you can’t see your book anymore and you realize your eyes are closed and when you open them the words on the page don’t look at all familiar so you go back a page or two and try again but then, whoops, you can’t see the book anymore and who flipped ahead to that page and oh, crap, I’m just going to go to sleep.