Letters from the Frontlines

It's been three days since Raptor-Son decided that his crib was for chumps. Since Saturday, he has come to the conclusion that only nerds sleep through the night, and has thus stopped. He was doing well in general, and we had stopped swaddling him a few days before. We switched instead to a (sigh) Zipadee-Zip, because he was too long for his sleep sacks. It's super cute, and he mostly likes it because he can't get his arms out and hit himself in the face. This was the key obstacle to his slumber when outside his sleep sack, so we figured it was the perfect solution.

And for two days, it was. He slept all the way through the night, just long enough to lull us into a false sense of security. Then, Sunday night, he would have none of that. Now, he nurses to sleep, then we put him in his crib. This was the standard procedure before, and he seemed happy. He'd wake up about 6-7 hours later, well-rested and hungry.

Now though, he sleeps about 30-45 minutes. Then, he grunts himself awake, and fusses until we get him. Or he'll roll over to his belly, crawl up to the side of his crib, and hit his head on the bars. Either way, crying ensues until he is retrieved, cuddled, and fed. Then the cycle begins anew. His desire for constant love and attention would be charming if it wasn't 2 A.M., and in its third day.

Raptor-Mom has the worst of it, since she's the food source. I try to change diapers as needed, but obviously feeding him is out of my wheelhouse. It's much harder on her, especially with being a full-time teacher as well. She's doing an amazing job of it though, and deserves as much credit and praise for his general wonderfulness as I can give.