And it was the kind of night that felt a lot like having a newborn again. For the first time in a good while, I woke up a complete and total zombie, barely able to function.
I would tell you what exactly transpired last night, but my last clear memories are putting X down at 1:27 a.m., being unable to fall asleep myself until 3 a.m., waking up to feed a crying X at 4:30 a.m., and then hearing X start shrieking again at 5:41 a.m. After that, it's kind of a blur. Did I let him cry? How long did I let him cry? When did Dad go into the nursery? What did he do there? Was there another feeding between the 4:30 one and the 7:30 one? The 7:30 a.m. feeding is the next one I remember. And seeing as how the next time I woke up, X was next to me, I'm guessing I snuck him into our room for that last one.
Sigh. I know that this is just another adjustment, and odds are he'll go back to sleeping fine again someday soon. But I'm kicking myself a little bit... on the one hand, for letting him get used to a scenario that was never going to last...and on the other hand, for abolishing a practice that was working perfectly well up till now! Heh.
Based on his giant nap between 8 a.m. and 10:47 a.m., I'm guessing he needs to catch up on his sleep too today. Maybe we can get some Mama/baby naptime in later. Fingers crossed.
In the meantime, a few snapshots from our Clark Gable photo shoot:
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