friday’s child was super cranky

Which one will be full of mirth?

Yesterday was ridiculously difficult. Back to marathon nursing, but punctuated by MARATHON crying. And little or no napping ALL FREAKING DAY.

I felt like a superhero everytime I would swaddle or moby him, sing him to sleep. Victory! And then… stir, wiggle, CRY! And wet diapers through the freaking roof. I wish I’d kept count for braggingwhining purposes. All I can say is that it was A LOT.

I’d like to think that at least the crazy nursing is a sign of another growth spurt or milestone approaching. I’m afraid the crying might be the beginning of a rough patch that could last a couple of months, or so the pediatricians tell me.

But as hard as it was, I kinda didn’t mind that he was up till 10pm, rather than sleeping at 5 or 8 because that meant I could eat dinner and watch a movie (and nurse, when he wasn’t crying or needing a diaper change — the latter two Scott graciously handled because it was clear that I was going to claw my own face off if I didn’t get a break) rather than desperately trying to sleep because he’s sleeping. Not that we got to the end of the movie — another crying fit prevented that.

And now Saturday’s child is an angel. At least so far. He slept from 10pm to 1am, and again till 5am — with a fair amount of side-lying nursing while dozing (him, me) in between — and a smidge more napping till 6:45am and after some of what I think they call ‘active alert time’ and another two-boob snack (like a 10-gun salute?) he’s out cold on my chest as I type.

And I don’t dare try to move him.