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Ugh, what a morning.
Dec. 3rd, 2007 09:46 amWell, the Punk-stuffing worked. She did not wake up at 9:30, I dreamfed her at 11, and she slept until 5, had some milk, went to sleep in the Big People Bed until 7. Sweet! Although all of that milk (7oz at 6:30, 5oz at 11) meant that she leaked through her diaper and was wet at 5. Oops.
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I am so thoroughly cheesed about this morning.
Jen and I have an agreement that she will do the middle of the night feeding. It has been this way for quite some time, mainly because I am one of those people whose body decides that if I get up and move around at any time in the early morning, I am up for the day. It can be 2, 3, 4, 5... if I get up, I'm up. And that sucks. But Jen can go back to sleep anywhere, anytime, so it made more sense for her to get up for that. I hear the baby, wake up, wake Jen up, and she does the rest. Or that was the plan.
So at 5, Punk got up and I woke Jen up, and she changed her and gave her the bottle. And then came back in and told me she wouldn't go back to bed, I needed to try. I reminded her about our arrangement, and she told me that 5am was a "grey area" and wasn't the "middle of the night." Are you effing kidding me?
So I got up, picked up the baby, rocked the baby, she got sleepy, I put her back in the crib, she woke up. I left the room, she started to cry. So I went back in, took off her sleep sack, brought her into bed with me. Her pajamas were damp from the leaky diaper. She fell asleep. Jen was asleep. Ralph was asleep on my pillow. Everyone was asleep, except me of course.
At 6:30ish, Jen's alarm goes off, which wakes up the baby, who starts to cry. I get her settled back down and Jen goes to reset the alarm for more sleep and I say, "You are not resetting that alarm to wake the baby up again," and she gets up and heads to the bathroom. But I guess she had already snoozed her alarm, because seven minutes later, it went off. And thankfully I was able to resettle the baby and she continued sleeping, but I couldn't shut the alarm off because my arm was under the baby and my hand was over her ear. I had to lay there, awake and pissed, listening to Jen's mix CD and swearing in my head through the loud songs. Somehow she managed not to hear the music at all in the bathroom, so I got to listen to music while she went to the bathroom, while she got undressed, while she took a shower, while she got dried off and dressed, while she did her hair and brushed her teeth and all of that nonsense. Fin the Dumbcat heard the music, realized that someone was up, and came over for love... so I had to carefully block him from stepping on the baby over and over and over. Over half an hour later she comes out and says, "Oh shit, how did this happen?" Well, you hit snooze, that's how.
Gotta love getting up at 5am because it's not /technically/ the middle of the night. What the bleep ever.
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I am so thoroughly cheesed about this morning.
Jen and I have an agreement that she will do the middle of the night feeding. It has been this way for quite some time, mainly because I am one of those people whose body decides that if I get up and move around at any time in the early morning, I am up for the day. It can be 2, 3, 4, 5... if I get up, I'm up. And that sucks. But Jen can go back to sleep anywhere, anytime, so it made more sense for her to get up for that. I hear the baby, wake up, wake Jen up, and she does the rest. Or that was the plan.
So at 5, Punk got up and I woke Jen up, and she changed her and gave her the bottle. And then came back in and told me she wouldn't go back to bed, I needed to try. I reminded her about our arrangement, and she told me that 5am was a "grey area" and wasn't the "middle of the night." Are you effing kidding me?
So I got up, picked up the baby, rocked the baby, she got sleepy, I put her back in the crib, she woke up. I left the room, she started to cry. So I went back in, took off her sleep sack, brought her into bed with me. Her pajamas were damp from the leaky diaper. She fell asleep. Jen was asleep. Ralph was asleep on my pillow. Everyone was asleep, except me of course.
At 6:30ish, Jen's alarm goes off, which wakes up the baby, who starts to cry. I get her settled back down and Jen goes to reset the alarm for more sleep and I say, "You are not resetting that alarm to wake the baby up again," and she gets up and heads to the bathroom. But I guess she had already snoozed her alarm, because seven minutes later, it went off. And thankfully I was able to resettle the baby and she continued sleeping, but I couldn't shut the alarm off because my arm was under the baby and my hand was over her ear. I had to lay there, awake and pissed, listening to Jen's mix CD and swearing in my head through the loud songs. Somehow she managed not to hear the music at all in the bathroom, so I got to listen to music while she went to the bathroom, while she got undressed, while she took a shower, while she got dried off and dressed, while she did her hair and brushed her teeth and all of that nonsense. Fin the Dumbcat heard the music, realized that someone was up, and came over for love... so I had to carefully block him from stepping on the baby over and over and over. Over half an hour later she comes out and says, "Oh shit, how did this happen?" Well, you hit snooze, that's how.
Gotta love getting up at 5am because it's not /technically/ the middle of the night. What the bleep ever.
