Last August, I was hot and swollen and uncomfortable. This August made up for it.
Last August, I was hot and swollen and uncomfortable. This August made up for it.
Jack’s morning nap today was in my arms. Usually, once he falls asleep, I take a couple of minutes (at least) to gaze adoringly at the sweet cuddly baby before I open my book or close my eyes. This morning, I’m pretty sure I was asleep before he was. I certainly don’t have any memory of his sleeping face. I am SO TIRED. Wednesday night wasn’t quite as bad as last Monday, but it was bad enough (he was awake from 2am to 5).
I can’t even write about it without yawning.
For the first time in a long time, like months, we had a really bad night with Jack. He’s fine, and he was fine during the night. He was just, you know, awake. He went to bed like normal, pretty easily. He was asleep in the crib before 7:30. He woke up about 3 and a half hours later, just before 11pm. We had JUST climbed into bed. I hadn’t even put my book down yet. John changed his diaper, and then I tried to nurse him back to sleep. For most of an hour. He didn’t go to sleep, so I stood up and held him, trying to sway him to sleep. He’d put his head down, then shift it, then shift it again. I thought it was going to work, but then he started to squirm and protest, so I sat back down with him and tried to nurse him to sleep again. No luck, repeat of the almost-settling on my shoulder, and then around 12:30 I texted John to come in and try, since he usually has really good luck getting him to sleep on his shoulder. Not that night – Jack was having none of it. Less than 15 minutes later, I was nursing him again, thinking super-sleepy thoughts at him, but it still didn’t work. Around 1:30, maybe a little before, I tagged John back in, but Jack just didn’t want to sleep. John put him in his crib and stayed nearby – Jack happily crawled in circles on the mattress for half an hour. So a little before 2am, it was back to nursing (and another diaper change) for us. Then I tried the crib thing. He giggled and wanted to play. I tried reading to him from outside the crib, but the light from the kindle fascinated him. I tried lying down on the floor next to the crib, but he kept babbling at me and reaching through the slats to poke me. Then around 2:30 John texted me to suggest we take him for a drive.
YES. BRILLIANT. LET’S DO THAT TWO HOURS AGO.
Jack was asleep within 20 minutes, and we were in bed by 3:15.
Was Jack kind enough to sleep in since he was awake for four hours in the middle of the night and we hadn’t yet gotten ANY sleep? Um, no. No, he was not. We all got up at 7am that morning. That’s less than four hours for me and John, for anyone too tired to do the math. Jack at least got that first 3 and a half hours.
Next question: why am I up NOW, at 10pm, with that in my recent history?
He just keeps getting cuter.
Ugh, I just realized I won’t be able to read on the plane, either, because I’ll have a baby in my lap. He might be in John’s lap. But more likely mine. BOO! Airplane reading is the good reading. Talk about life changes I didn’t expect…
Our grocery cart/high chair cover came weeks ago, and I FINALLY tried it out at the store with Jack the other day. He did great. I still have to work on getting it in place quickly and with one hand. For this outing, I put the car seat in the cart, got the cover on, moved Jack into the seat, and then piled groceries on top of the car seat.
Plenty adorable, right? It got so much better. I turned back to the cart after picking up milk, and found this:
Poor sad baby chicken. Not quite 9 months old and already completely done with grocery shopping.
Jack in May!
You guys are overdue for some cute baby pictures, and boy, do I have some good ones for you. Let’s start with April.
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.
Jack hit peak baby today in the grocery store. He was wearing a romper (one piece, short sleeves, short pants), no shoes or socks, so his baby thighs and baby feet were visible in the car seat (which was in the grocery cart). He was looking around the aisles, kicking his feet, fingers in his mouth, babbling “ba ba ba ba ba” at everyone and no one. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen (or heard).
I regret to inform you that I did not get video, so you’ll have to take my word for it. Peak baby.
After a long break, we have officially restarted nap training. Sleep training. Crib training? I mean I’m working on getting Jack to nap in the crib. We were working on it months ago, but I gave it up when the teething started in earnest and nighttime sleep was being disrupted. For however many months that’s been (maybe two?), Jack has been napping semi-well, but exclusively while being held (mostly by me) or in the car seat (stroller and car). The advantage of the car seat is that I can usually bring the car seat in from outside without waking Jack up, and he can sleep in it, in the house, and let me do other things. But wouldn’t it be nice if he would just sleep in the crib? I’m starting (restarting) now for a couple of reasons:
I just want the flexibility. We’re at home at naptime? Sleep in the crib! We’re on a walk and he gets sleepy? Sleep in the stroller! We’re in the car? Sleep in the car! And if he’ll really nap in the crib, I can get work done during the day. Probably not the full four hours, but it means I won’t have to stay up as late EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
The worst thing about this is the crying, of course. I’ve tried all kinds of things, read all kinds of books, and I really don’t know how to make this work without any crying. Thankfully, today, new attempt #1, he only cried for a couple of minutes. Then he tossed and turned but quietly, and he was sleeping 6 minutes later. Of course, as I type this, I can see (and hear) him kicking the back of the crib, but I’m pretty sure he’s still sleeping. Weird kid. He wiggled around a ton during those first few minutes, so I can’t see his face in the monitor anymore.
Shoot, I think I jinxed it. He’s definitely awake. Eleven minutes isn’t enough!
Update: Attempt #2 is going well so far. He stayed asleep when I put him in the crib, and he’s been asleep for 14 minutes.
When Jack woke up this morning, I noticed some markings on the tip of his nose and on the back of one of his hands, near his thumb. They were definitely not there yesterday, and I’m pretty sure they weren’t there when we put him to bed. Was it a rash? Is he reacting to the scrambled eggs he hated the other day? Maybe freckles from the sun because maybe I missed a spot with the sunblock? It looked kind of like a henna tattoo, but I knew that was pretty unlikely (although who knows what kind of partying he does when we’re asleep). I rubbed my fingers over it to see if it was raised (it wasn’t) or if it would rub off (it didn’t). Next step: take a picture so I can email the doctor.
Before I emailed the doctor (THANK EVERYTHING THERE IS TO THANK), I went after it with a wet napkin. I did not just lick my finger and rub it on his nose. That’s full mom – I haven’t gone full mom.
And, ahem, the wet napkin took it right off. ::insert sheepish face:: I think it was prunes from last night’s dinner.
I feel like I had a crazy busy day today, like I rushed from thing to thing, but that is a completely ridiculous feeling to have, especially about today. I’m not knocking the stay at home mom life in any way. But really – today’s the day that felt crazy? See for yourself.
7am-ish to about 9: Jack woke up. John changed him, I fed him, we played a bit, and John took Jack so I could shower and eat breakfast.
9:10ish: I fed Jack off and on until he fell asleep.
9:45 to 11:15am: Jack napped in my lap. I napped a bit, too.
11:15 to noon: I played with Jack, changed him, got some cute videos while I gathered up a blanket and some toys.
Noon to 1pm-ish: Jack and I sat outside on a blanket in the shade. I fed him, he played, two of the neighbors came over to chat.
1pm-ish to 2pm-ish: I made lunch for me and John (scrambled eggs and toast), tried to feed Jack a tiny bite of scrambled eggs (he gagged), ate them myself, and fed him some baby food he actually likes.
2:30pm-ish to 4:30: We went for a long walk with Helen and Nora. Jack napped from about 3 to 3:45.
4:30 to 4:50: Fastest grocery trip ever.
5pm-ish to 6:30pm: I fed and changed Jack, we made and ate dinner, fed Jack some baby food, and played a little.
6:30pm to 7pm: Bathtime!
7pm to 7:35pm: Bedtime!
Highlights: I napped, played, went for a walk, and ate. No appointments, no major errands, no timelines or deadlines, no meetings, and yet it didn’t feel as relaxing as it looks on paper. I need a do-over. That’s a relaxing day, damn it.
Jack sleeps on his back, of course, and when he starts to get a little restless, he lifts both legs in the air and then drops them hard back on the mattress. It doesn’t wake him up, but god damn if it doesn’t shake the whole house. The first few times it happened, we went looking for what heavy thing had fallen over. But then it happened again, and then again. (He rarely does it just once when he’s stirring.) So we checked the monitor and sure enough, our mini-earthquakes were being caused by the baby.
Every night, people.
His superpowers are developing.
Wait, there’s more?
I mean, objectively, isn’t Jack the cutest baby in the world?
We took the baby to the movies! As our neighbor said, we’re those people. In our defense, we did our best to minimize disruption, and we succeeded.
Backing up: we’ve seen every Marvel movie in the theater (except Ant-Man and the Wasp), and we want to keep it that way. Captain Marvel came out (and the next Avengers comes out soon), but we’ve got this not-quite-6-month-old, and we’re not ready for a babysitter. But we figured that the movie had been out for a couple of weeks, and maybe if we went to the earliest showing, there wouldn’t be many people, so we could sit away from everyone, and we’d try to time it so I could feed him and then he’d nap…and people, that’s exactly what happened. Turns out the earliest showing on a Saturday morning was 9:45. Who knew they showed movies that early? There were only ten people (including the three of us) in a normal-size theater, so there weren’t many people to be bothered, and Jack performed exactly as planned. He sat quietly for half an hour, then I fed him, and then he slept in my arms through the end of the credits. The noise didn’t bother him, and being scrunched up between the seat’s arms just made him more cuddly and cozy. It was great, and I don’t think we’re ever going to try it again. There’s just no way we’d get that lucky.
I have a plan for how we might see the Avengers movie (which is rumored to be THREE HOURS LONG), but it involves a babysitter, and I’m just not sure I’ll be ready for that. Gotta prepare myself!
In non-theater news, we watched two movies at home recently that were surprisingly good (both on Netflix). The Edge of Seventeen is about a teenager going through a really rough time. Hailee Steinfeld really sells it. I don’t want to like her, but she’s very good. (She was fantastic in True Grit a few years ago, too.) And Juanita (a Netflix original) with Alfre Woodard was fun. Maybe not good, but we enjoyed it, and I’ll watch anything Alfre Woodard is in. She makes the movie.
You’re out with a stroller? You must be that one person I don’t really know who just had a baby! When I’m out for a walk with Jack and I meet someone else out and about in whatever neighborhood I’m in, there’s a 75% chance they’re going to ask me if I’m so-and-so from down the street who just had a baby. Not ONCE have I been their so-and-so from down the street who just had a baby. I’ve had that conversation with a LOT of people in at least three different neighborhoods.
I’m walking down the sidewalk minding my own business.
“He might bark, but I promise he’s friendly.”
Um, what? Oh, that poodle who looks like he has a mohawk is in the front yard. “Thanks!”
The man heads to the dog, and I stop at the end of his sidewalk and ask if I can say hello to the dog. Because dogs. He says of course, and I start petting the very friendly, very nice dog.
“Is your husband Matt?”
Um, what? “No….”
“Because his wife walks around here a lot and they have a two-month-old.”
“No, I’m Susannah, my husband is John, and he,” pointing at the stroller, “is nearly 6 months old.”
What I don’t get is how he only remembers the husband’s name when it seems it’s the wife he’s met on her walks, but whatever. His name is Tom, the dog’s name is Bogey (as in Humphrey), they’re both nice, and if I don’t write his name down, I’m not going to remember. Yesterday, I ran into a woman I’d met on a walk months ago and messed up her name. I remembered her kids’ names, but I guessed Grace for her. Nope. She’s Nancy. But she didn’t remember mine, so we’re even.
Example of how my brain is working right now:
One of the milestones for baby development for a couple of months ago is the ability to track an object as small as a raisin across the baby’s field of vision.
How do you know the baby is tracking the raisin? If you’re holding it, the baby could just be tracking your hand, which is (probably) much larger than the raisin.
Maybe if you hung the raisin on some string and dangled it in front of the baby…
[Picturing using a needle and thread and piercing the raisin so you can dangle it] Who would go to that trouble?
Why not just use a necklace with some kind of pendant?
Oh. Maybe that’s what they mean, but they can’t say use a pendant because they come in all sizes and they’re using raisin as a point of comparison. Duh.
No, because how hard would it be to say “baby should be able to track an object, like a pendant on a chain, as small as a raisin”?
Be clearer, baby books!
Do I have any intention of dangling a pendant (or a raisin) in front of Jack? No. Does that matter to my brain? No. Is this really any different from how my brain worked pre-Jack? No.