So all of the research (and books) say that life with a baby gets better in week 6 and they are right. I don't remember much with Sarah because she was so colicky, but now that I have a "normal" baby I totally see it. And yeah, life is a lot better in week 6. Now, this likely has to also do with the fact that we made Luke cry-it-out when we put him to bed on Sunday night and he dropped a night feeding and has only had 2 feedings a night since then. It's amazing what waking up 2 times a night vs. 3 times a night can do for you.
Now, for everyone out there (who isn't reading this blog) who thinks I'm a horribly insensitive person to do this, please understand that we still respond to him when he cries at night to be fed. And if he had cried and woken up 3 times, we still would have fed him 3 times. We actually didn't think he'd drop a feeding like that and we're not sure if that was coincidence or not. We're not crying it out in order to get him to sleep through the entire night at this point; we know that isn't going to happen. But he needs to start learning to fall asleep on his own. And this was the time when night sleep was supposed to begin consolidating, which we're starting to see. Thank God. Interestingly, at the same time that his night sleep began to consolidate, his naps are all over the place. Well, I should say that his morning nap is all over the place. I used to reliably get a good 1 hour nap if I put him down around 8:45. Now, it doesn't seem to matter when I put him down, that morning nap just sucks. On the other hand, his afternoon nap continues to be as strong as ever. I can't say I'm complaining too much because that afternoon nap is the one I care about more. And he seems to go down for that nap with relative ease, which is awesome. I just find it funny because the morning nap is supposed to develop first and strongest in babies this age (and likely should be getting pretty good at the 3 month mark, which is only a few weeks away) and yet it's the crappy nap here. The one that is supposed to develop at 5 months is good to go. So weird. But it is what it is.
Luke also started returning my smiles this week... certainly not all the time, but he is really cracking some great smiles, which is awesome. Sarah definitely took longer to smile at me, so it's a nice change. Overall, he's just an easier baby. Maybe it's because I know what I'm doing... maybe he really is easier. I don't know. Now if only he would drop another night feeding...
On the other front, being at home while life moves on at work is extremely difficult. Decisions are being made, things are progressing, and I just have to sit back and watch it happen. I suck at doing that, in case you were wondering. This is why, one day, when I retire I just am saying goodbye, walking out, and not looking back. I don't want to know, I don't care. But when decisions are being made that affect me, that's when I care. So let's just say that many e-mails have been sent in the past day and I've been crying and upset and it just sucks. This latest battle appears to be over, but I'm sure it won't be the last one. And then I just get pissed that I'm supposed to be on leave. I'm not even supposed to be doing anything relating to this, and yet here I am, checking and responding to e-mails frantically, because if I don't say something I will get steamrolled. Awesome. So all in all, not the greatest day for me. But there's really not much I can say or do right now. At least the annoying part is all from work and not Luke. I suppose that's an improvement (and probably the way it's supposed to be) but it still isn't fun.
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