The Thirtieth Night

Who?!   Me?!

So The Thirtieth night was an odd one.

Note: My husband and I went out at 5pm for a business meeting /dinner & drinks in Boston and we left Chelsea in charge of both Collin and Ryan. Also, Way back in the beginning of this journey, We instilled a cut off for nursing sessions, making them no longer than half an hour. For some reason,probably because I was going out for the evening, I felt the need to go back on that rule that I have been following for 30 nights and I nursed him for an hour at 4pm. 

It was tough to actually leave. Every horrific thought you can imagine was going through my head - what if we die in a car crash?  -what if the baby chokes on his food?  - what if he gets picked up and dropped by accident? I don't know why I torture myself by thinking like that, I certainly didn't think like that when Chelsea was little! *sigh* So we did finally leave and yes, I cried a bit. 

Needless to say, Chelsea and I sent texts back and forth for a good portion of the night and shared a couple of calls. I asked how he was at 5:30pm and she said he was fine. (I was worried as he has been showing some separation anxiety but he knows Chelsea so I was hoping all would be well in that department and it was)

She said at 6pm that she had tried to feed him his avocado and cereal but he took only 2 bites and started to cry, what should she do? I told her to wait and try again in half an hour or so. She did so and then a new message pops up - He seems content, what should I do? Now why is it so hard to answer this question? I so want things to go well, and if he was content, why rock the boat, right? So, my advise was to skip the solids and start the bedtime routine with the bottle I left. That seemed to to work, and by 6:53pm he was in bed and crying, but asleep by 7:15pm ! Yipppie! 

Then, as I was just starting to relax, at 9:30pm a text comes in and he's up crying (!!!) what should she do? Ummm... I haven't had to deal with him waking up after he goes to bed as he just hasn't done that. Once he goes to sleep, he's asleep for the night! So I told her to do the same as when she first put him to bed, go in, make sure he has his wubanubs, reassure him that your there, rub his belly and go set the timer for seven minutes. So she did, and he fell back to sleep, humming of course. *phew* crisis averted.

We got home at about midnight and all was well. We had a nice night (except for finding parking in Boston, on a Friday night at 7pm - yes, we ended up paying $35 to park!! mental note: do not opt to drive into Boston ever again) And off to bed we went.

Collin woke up at 3am crying and my husband gave him his wubanubs and he hummed himself back to sleep. Then he was up at 5:45am and Bill got up with him (the deal is we each get to sleep in one weekend morning and this weekend, I have Saturday and he has Sunday) So he gave him the 5 oz. bottle I left and Collin sucked it down and continued to complain. By 6:30 I was up feeding him. *sigh* So much for my morning to sleep in, although I did go back to sleep until 8am ish.

Collin slept in the swing form 7:45am to 8:15am and again, didn't want to hear it when he was offered his solids (what is that about?!) and now he's all sorts off schedule and all because I felt bad leaving him and nursed him a little longer! Ahhhhh.... 

Moral of the story? Stick to the darn schedule!!!!!