It’s 5.30 am and I’ve been awake on and off since 4 am. Kai cried in his sleep and it must have woke me up
Kai cried in his sleep and it must have woke me up, typically he went back off with no bother but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for an hour before thinking I might as well just get up, do a bit of housework maybe write a post.
So here I am sat in my front room drinking my first cuppa of the day, the sun’s up and my first washing load of the day is already on.
I’ve not had an early start like this since Kai was a babe in arms. It’s funny how quickly the newborn stage comes and goes. Those late night feeds and snuggles on the sofa. With Max I really struggled with night feeds, the first 10 weeks weren’t too bad. Dan managed to swing a sabbatical with work and spent it at home with us. We were like passing ships in the night, I did the days and Danny did the nights. When he went back to work it was a real culture shock let me tell you.
Second time round I’ve savoured ever snuggle and squeeze. I’ve embraced the night feeds because, in all honesty, Kai might be my last baby. I say might I haven’t got that complete feeling just yet, I’m not sure I’m done, but who knows what the future will bring.
He still wakes on average once or twice a night for a feed. I’m thinking I need to stop offering the milk. He wakes because he knows he will get that bottle. Continuing with the comfort feed is basically me just wanting an easy life. When he has the bottle I know he’s going to go back to sleep after 20 minutes or so and he won’t cry and wake up Max.
We’re just going to have to bite the bullet and start weaning him off the night feed. Il be honest feeling tired has become part of my everyday life lately and I’m quite ready for that feeling to end.
The first year flies by so quickly, so much happens. Our babies go from tiny newborns to strapping toddlers in the blink of an eye.
I just wish I could bottle the feeling and emotion from the first year.