From the monthly archives: June 2012

As promised, I am here to report our sleep update from Gabe’s first night in his own room, in his big boy crib. It could have been worse…it could have been better…it wasn’t as bad as I expected, honestly.

He woke up at 2:30am to nurse, which is pretty typical of him these days. I nursed him on the footstool of our glider, because he’s grown too big to be comfortably nursed in the chair. Not a good situation, but it’s all I can do until we can replace it with something that works better for us.

He woke up again around 4:30am, a bit sooner than normal for his usual nighttime schedule (especially since we probably didn’t finish nursing until about 3:00am). I could get him back to sleep pretty easily by turning him back over onto his back and giving him his paci. I sat in the glider for a few minutes to make sure he was settled. When I turned off his bedside lamp and stepped out of the room, he began to cry. This happened three times. I began to wonder if he was getting upset at losing the bit of light from the lamp, so the final time that I got him back to sleep, I left it on. And he slept for about another hour (maybe we need to get a nightlight for his room?).

So then he woke up again at 6:00am, so I nursed him and put him back to bed, figuring he’d probably stay asleep until 9ish or so. Ha! He woke up again at 7:00am. Michael volunteered to check on him, and eventually brought him back in our room and into bed with us, as is fairly common for us for that last little stretch of sleep. He fell asleep safely between us, and the three of us slept until 9:30am.

So if you consider that he nursed twice, it was about an average night for us in terms of sleep. But the extra wakeups were fairly rough. Did I learn anything from last night? Only to perhaps keep his bedside lamp turned on rather than switching it off. Any tips to share? We’ll see how we do tonight!


 

And we’re capping off another busy day! We spent the morning and afternoon at Grandma and Grandpa’s again, as I had an important phone call to take at 11am, and a bit of shopping to do afterwards. Grandma was more than happy to play with Gabe while I took care of business! When we got home, Gabe and I focused on cooling off from the extreme, 100-plus degree heat. I stripped him down to a fitted diaper without a cover (fitted diapers are made just of fabric and fleece, no waterproof layer, so they’re more breathable than most cloth diapers), to make sure his body and booty got plenty of air circulation. Gotta love it–when you’re using disposable diapers, you can’t really adjust your diapering situation for your needs. And for all of the bad rep that cloth diapers get for supposedly causing more frequent diaper rash, there are some cool videos out there to show that cloth diapers are far more breathable than disposables.

Okay, getting off my soapbox now. Back to regularly scheduled programming! Grandma and Grandpa came back over later in the evening, as Grandpa had promised to help Michael move Gabe’s bed down a level, so we could move him into his room. He’s now sleeping soundly (for the moment) in his big boy bed. It wasn’t an easy transition–we’ve both grown accustomed to nursing to sleep in my and Michael’s bed, and nursing in a chair is a very different experience–but it was most definitely time. We never planned to have Gabe sleep in our room for the first six months of his life. I had intended to wait until he began sleeping through the night to move him into his room. But the fact of the matter is that he’s growing stronger every day, and it won’t be long before he can pull him up into a sitting position by himself*. And I don’t want that first time to be in the middle of the night, when it’s too late to take the proper precautions to ensure his safety.

I’ll try to report on his sleep tomorrow, which will make for an early blog post from me. Anna-E and I are shooting a wedding tomorrow evening, and my body will be far too noodle-like for writing by the time I get home. Michael will be home with Gabe, and Grandma will be by for support and help. It’ll be an interesting day, I’m sure!

*Funny story: Michael and I were changing Gabe’s diaper earlier this evening, and as I was pulling it up over the goods, Gabe grabbed ahold of it and used it as leverage to pull himself up into a sitting position. So…yeah.


 

Well, we got to practice for the ridiculously hot weekend (100+) we have ahead of us today. Gabe and I spent the morning driving down to participate in a market research study on nursing pillows. The good: we got a free nursing pillow and a generous gift card to Target, all for only fifteen minutes of our time (less travel time, ahem). The bad: parking instructions were nonexistent in the email confirmation for this thing. Oh, and the location happened to be a cluster of poorly-marked buildings. And when my GPS tells me “you have arrived” and I’m not sure where to look to see exactly where I’ve arrived, there’s a problem.

So…I took a guess at the parking deck and of course, parked in the wrong one. Worse yet, I parked downhill of where I needed to be. Relatively speaking, I didn’t really have that far to go to get to the correct building. But when you factor in pushing a stroller uphill in 90 degree heat? Yeah, I got a workout out of that. And of course, since I parked in the wrong place, the company couldn’t validate my parking.

Auntie Yana to the rescue–she happened to be participating in the study too, and we met up when we were both done. She had the brilliant idea to visit her jeweler, which happened to be in the building to which my chosen parking deck belonged. We had our rings cleaned, and they validated my parking. I would have had to pay $6 for less than an hour of occupancy. Win!

And speaking of…Yana and Vlad are celebrating David’s half birthday today. Our boys are so big, it’s hard to believe we’re a mere six months away from planning and stressing over first birthday parties. We’re six months away from having toddlers. Holy moly!

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I think it’s time to get an updated shot of these kiddos. Slow down, babes. You’re growing too fast.