So the last couple of days have been spent trying to get adjusted to our new area, as well as the time changes. I must say that, as difficult as moving with a newborn was, it probably helped us adjust to the time difference rather quickly. Once you’re used to not sleeping much, jet lag is a breeze. One thing that was frustrating was that Little Mister was finally sleeping through most of the night before we left. He was waking up once in the middle of the night and then again right around when the alarm would go off. Baby sleeping more = we sleep more. Moving to the other side of the world = ARGH.
Well, thankfully he has adjusted rather quickly, as well, and once again had a night where he woke up only once to eat. So….we decided to try letting him sleep in his crib. He held up his end of the deal- sleeping 5 hours straight- so we had to hold up our end- putting him to sleep in his crib. Oy to the vey.
Here’s how it went down:
7:30- Feed him for what ended up being the last time that evening. He starts to fall asleep during feeding.
8:00- Since I'm able to read my baby soo very well, I figure he'll eat again around 10, so I give him to Big Mister to bathe/entertain while I take my shower
8:05- Listen to Big Mister struggle with bathing a cranky baby who was forced awake just to have a bath. Hmmmm....I must have misjudged my baby. Oh well, I'm still learning.
8:30- Take Little Mister from Big Mister who keeps on saying, “I don’t have the magic touch! He’s just so cranky and won’t fall asleep for me!”
8:31- Inwardly smile knowing I have the “magic touch” and can soothe my baby and daddy can’t. I’m the best mom in the world.
8:35- Wonder where my magic went as I’m jiggling the baby and trying to soothe him but the darn kid is too cranky. Note to self: rethink bathing necessity. He may smell a little, but at least he won’t be cranky.
9:00- Finally put him in his crib and turn on his musical mobile. He’s distracted by the light, sound, and movement so he quits fussing. GENIUS!
9:05- He’s asleep. In his crib. All by himself.
9:08- Happy my baby is able to sleep all by himself. Without his mommy. That's the goal, right? Self soothing. No mama required. Yep. That's what we wanted. Right?
9:10- WAAAAAHHH! (That was the baby, I swear.)
10:00- Being unbelievably exhausted, I am able to fall asleep next to my husband and not worry about squishing the baby.
10:01- Worrying about not hearing the baby
10:02- Worrying about whether or not the baby is going to be warm enough all by himself in his crib
10:05- Worrying about…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
10: 45- Hear Big Mister get back into bed. Ask what happened. His response: The baby was making noises so I went to check on him.
10:46- I AM A BAD MOTHER! I didn’t even hear my baby fussing all by himself in his crib and my husband did. He’s all alone and fussing and I didn’t even….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
11:00- WHAT WAS THAT? Was that the baby? I better check on him before my husband has to. I want to be a good mom!
11:01- Stare at my baby asleep all alone in his crib…peacefully.
11:05- Back in bed. Straining my ears to see if I hear anything. Nope. Nothing. I am a good mom.
11:20- WHAT WAS THAT??? I’m a good mom. Is that the baby? I need to check since I’m a good mom.
11:21- Staring at my still peaceful baby who is still sleeping.
11:25- Back in bed. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
12:30- I’M A GOOD MOM! What was that?? Must check the baby.
1:30- What was that? Was that the baby? I hope it’s the baby. It’s been many hours since he last ate and I don’t want him to starve. I’m feeling engorged. He better wake up soon. Should I wake him up? What would a good mom do? Egads my boobies are hurting. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
2:30- ACK! That was the baby for reals this time! He’s crying! He’s hungry! He’s starving and needs his mom! Don’t worry little baby! Mama is on her way! You have the best mom in the world!
2:33- Back in bed. Feeding my baby. Note that his feet are cold since I didn’t put socks on him. WHAT KIND OF MOTHER DOESN’T PUT SOCKS ON HER BABY??? A bad mom, that's who. I'm a bad mom! I made my baby freeze! Look at his little cold feet. Look at his little cold cheeks. Look at his adorable little face. Look at....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
As you can see, it's obvious that Little Mister has some separation anxiety issues we need to work on. Oh well. He'll be able to handle being in his crib all alone soon enough. After all, he's got the best mom in the world here to help him.