After just two weeks, I've realized a few things about sleep. First, 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep is not going to happen for a very long time, but that's okay, I've learned it's not really necessary. Getting 8 hours of sleep, however, is necessary. Josiah has been really good so far about being on a consistent 3 hour schedule. Pretty much on the dot he could wake up at 3 pm for a feeding, have about 20 minutes or so of being awake after that, then go back down for a nap, and wake up at 6 pm for another feeding. This predictability has been allowing me to get rest and I haven't felt very tired at all.
Predictability was shot out the window last night. Insert cranky, crying, growing, I'm-so-hungry-I-need-milk-from-two-moms, baby. There was no sleep involved in this equation. Thankfully Grandma and Opa are in town from Canada and I was able to get some rest this morning. And now, cranky, crying, growing, hungry baby has worn himself out and has been sleeping for a while now. Thank. Goodness. I'm feeling a bit like I'm going through ESOAL at the Honor Academy again. It's a good thing he's so darn cute.
He was cheering for the Rangers, and the look on his face here describes his disappointment.
Fell asleep in the boppy pillow. Too. Cute.
Two weeks old here. He is the perfect length of one of our bedroom accent pillows.