So ending swaddling has been hit and miss. The first night, Guy kept a pretty normal sleep schedule - Down at 8, up at 12 and 3, and up for the day at 7. But last night, he apparently decided that sleep wasn't his favorite. Because he was up at 9, 10, 11, 12:30, 1:00, and 2:30. I finally broke down at 2:30 and brought him to bed with us. He sleeps much better when he's cuddled next to me. So, I finally got to sleep from 2:30 to 5:30, before he woke up and demanded feeding.
(To be fair, Greg did the 10 and 1 a.m. checks. So I did get a little bit of sleep.)
I'm a zombie today. I made the full-force coffee instead of the half-caf that we usually use. Because I need a little kick today to make sure I don't fall asleep at my desk.
The thing is, it's so hard to be mad at the little dude when he starts giving you this face at 6:00 a.m.:
Cute little jerk.
- Jennifer
*Title shamelessly stolen from a Hanson album. Because I'm awesome.
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