It all started with January 2, when I dragged my half-ton ass into my OB's office and stared at him miserably. He made the right choice to start with, "Do you have any questions for me?" If he had started with "how are you?" or "how are you feeling?" I would have died. My answer was, "Yeah, can we schedule something?" And so it began. I decided J-baby's birthday would be January 6. Child 1.0 was an induction as well, so clearly I am super Type-A and get to pick when I will have a baby. I am a planner
The first few nights were typical---I was a mess because every little peep made me jump through the ceiling. However, each night she slept more than the last. We got to a good little routine where she'd go down at about 11pm and sleep til 5am. And then she'd sleep til 7am. This was after sleeping 95% of the day. As of two nights ago, she has changed her mind about this whole sleep thing, because she must think Child 1.0 and I have all kinds of cool stuff going on during the day. She is what my friend calls a "Sleep Ninja." She "sleeps" in short little bursts and most of the time has one eye open (and no joke, it's shifts...shifty-eyed sleep ninja...). She doesn't really cry per se, but she does do what us in Mommyland refer to as Baby Bitching. She makes these pissed off sounding grunts just so you know she is pissed. About nothing. So we bounce, we sing, we burp, we swaddle, we rock,
I have searched for the cause of this and have not come up with a damn thing. See, she isn't crying however she stops doing "it" when you bounce, burp, or rock her. She doesn't seem to be miserable about anything, just grumpy. As soon as you get her to stop, she likes to just look around or pretend to sleep. I say pretend because as soon as you set her down, she's at it again. I am really out of my element here because 1.) I am used to a toddler and 2.) My toddler as a baby was NOTHING like this.
So I continue to look like a hermit. And I continue to tell myself to cherish these days (as tiring as they are) because before I know it, Jbaby will be toddler sized and I'll be crying into my Lucky Charms.
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