Jude's a tough nut to crack; some days he'll sleep easily in the Moses basket or crib, and others, like yesterday, he cried from overtiredness even when I was holding him. He hates the car seat, swing and bouncer, but will always sleep in the sling or the Baby Bjorn. Provided our backs don't wear out, that's how we tend to get naps out of him when he's uber-fussy.
So far today's been good, with both boys napping at this moment (I know I've just jinxed myself), leaving some time for me to blog now that dishes and chores are done.
|photo from a good sleeping day|
Even Chris is not immune. Twice this past week, he's said "good morning" to someone when it's clearly evening time. Such is the life of parents to a newborn. Surprisingly, we're handling it well, and my nighttime feedings aren't too stressful for me, thankfully. I attribute it to second-time parents' fortitude. I mean, this all ends sometime, right? And I don't mean when we're in the coffin, having our final sleep---bwwwahhhhh!
Ok, now I'm getting sleep-deprived silly. Let's just say that I'm craving a little more sleep around here. Uninterrupted, dark, cold and quiet sleep. And copious amounts of ice cream too (of course it's the breastfeeding needs, right?). I do miss my coffee though, as I'm trying everything to get good sleep from Jude.