Well, the let’s sit up and nurse in the night experiment revealed that in fact, yes, I get more sleep if I don’t do that. Nap nursing, here I come back. Not only can the boy nurse on one boob for an hour while I’m sitting up and fading in and out of consciousness, but also, in that position, I am more awake overall, can’t get back to sleep. Ugh.
Back to square one, or two, whatever.
He’s sleeping right now. Luck? Resolve? I don’t know. But he’s down for a morning nap. Here’s to hoping it lasts longer than 15 minutes.
In other news, I forgot to mention… we’ve weaned him off the swaddle. It was happening a little before the trip but for some reason, on vacation, we just stopped using it. He doesn’t seem to need it to fall asleep or stay asleep anymore. If he’s freaking out, I wouldn’t rule out wrapping him up to calm him, but overall, I think we’re making our way out of that “fourth trimester.”
The other thing I haven’t said, though I’m thinking it a lot, is that on the vacation, I got to fully appreciate the joy of disposable diapers. Most specifically, he was less fussy because he was less wet. Since he was less wet, I got to change him less often. And the cloth diaper people swear this can’t be true, but I think he had less diaper rash too.
Oh landfill. We’re back to cloth for now. Scott and I both feel like it’s a cozier thing, sweeter. But I’m not-so-secretly considering a defection.
And, forget the EC thing. We haven’t had success with that in weeks and weeks. I have held him over the toilet, the sink, an infant potty, numerous times, with no results. I still give a cue sound when he pees on the changing table. He thinks that’s pretty funny.
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