Well…the magic actually started last night. We did the usual nighttime ritual at 8pm: Change, double swaddle, feed. Some nights, the ritual looks like this: Change, double swaddle, feed, feed, feed, feed, feed, feed…
But last night, he went down after JUST ONE FEED! I went to bed at 9pm and slept until 2:20am. He fed, went right back to sleep, and woke at 6am, calm and happy. I de-swaddled, changed, fed, and then left him in bed and went into the “crash room” (home of the futon; this is where whichever adult who is not on baby duty falls into a deep coma) to snuggle with husband. I left both doors open so I could hear Ian.
He cooed and played BY HIMSELF for an hour. Woah. Then, I put him in the swing, WHICH HE HAS PREVIOUSLY DESPISED, and he smiled gleefully at the plastic side of the swing (instead of the mobile-whatever floats his boat) until he fell asleep. Seriously.
We next put him in the Ergo carrier and went for a walk/jog, after which I fed him, plopped him in the bath with dad, put on a snazzy new outfit (thank you, Cindie!) and then put him BACK IN THE SWING so I could…SHOWER!
Now he’s back in Ergo LAUGHING IN HIS SLEEP. Did I accidentally eat a pot brownie and transmit some good stuff through my milk?
I can scarcely believe it. I know I shouldn’t get attached to it. Nonetheless, I am marveling at my happy, happy boy. For today.