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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

He sleeps.

Not every time I want him to but at least he's doing it.  Three and a half months later, he is finally sleeping soundly enough in his crib that I had an opportunity to showcase our boy at rest.


The Mr. must be swaddled and since his turning and rolling days began we've been slaves to this, a borrowed Woombie from Grayson's someday-best-friend Brayden.  An invaluable sleeping companion that we couldn't do without!  We have tried, and he can fall asleep with his hands swaddled up by his face, but when he wakes he has a difficult time falling back asleep while his arms are flailing endlessly.

He also still starts his sleeps with a pacifier but usually loses it shortly thereafter.

A week or two ago I started letting him cry more, now that I am confident his acid reflux is under control. After only a day or two he was sleeping so much better and much longer and was able to get himself back to sleep during most naps.  I am so proud of him!  He presently is suffering from his sister's cold so there is more crying and we've been giving into it more frequently, but I'm definitely seeing the light at the end of the tunnel of constant holding.

That said, he is still not even close to sleeping through the night and I'm about at the end of my rope.  Currently I'm sleeping on the couch upstairs, closer to his room, and he's still waking every 2, 3 or 4 hours.  Occasionally we'll get a longer stretch and occasionally I can get him back to sleep without feeding him but regardless, it's an exhausting effort.  Moving him into his crib full-time and putting some distance between us at night was a good thing I think but I had high hopes that it would be the ticket to a good nights sleep.  Unfortunately we're still waiting on that.

In the meantime, I am thankfully he's at least sleeping well for some naps, getting himself to sleep and back to sleep sometimes and is in general a happy and alert boy when he's awake no matter how much sleep he's gotten.  Love the little dude.

Anyone remember my post about seeing his big pouty lips at our 20 week ultrasound?
"We got to see the baby swallow twice and got to see it move its arms and hands in real-time.  By far the most special moment for me was when the tech scanned the front of the baby's face (it was facing up as opposed to curled on it's side like Ava was) and I got an almost 3D looking view of it's hand over it's eyes, it's cute button nose and big pouty lips.  What a treasure!  I will cherish that moment from now until I get to kiss those lips in person!"


Ladies and gentlemen, there they are, and I'm the lucky girl that gets to kiss them.

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