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ARR has been increasingly fussy over the last week (which is, whether unfortunately or not, developmentally appropriate). In despair, last night we went back to The Happiest Baby on the Block. We'd tried swaddling before, and he mostly fought his way out without calming once he was strong enough. Chuckro had bought a sleepsack and a couple Velcro swaddlers. The sleepsack had been such a disaster (you'd think we were murdering the kid) that we never even tried the swaddlers. But it wasn't like he could get much angrier at us than he was, so we finally gave one a try.
It worked.
Hallelujah.
He actually calmed down in a reasonable amount of time. Didn't fight it. Lay quietly in his crib, looking for all the world like a little mummy with his head sticking out (I don't think I realized how much his normal position curls up on himself), sleeping for five solid hours. Woke up voracious, ate steadily for half an hour, and started fussing again. I put him back in the sack and it was like a switch. Perfectly calm. Ate quietly for another fifteen minutes or so, went to sleep for almost another three hours. It was a miracle.
Which is why, of course, my body decided that we couldn't sleep. I was hungry. I was cold. I was anxious. The humidifier was making weird noises. Little ARR was 100% out, happily full and sleeping and not needing me for once, and I completely failed to take advantage of it. I'm just as exhausted as ever. Sigh.
It worked.
Hallelujah.
He actually calmed down in a reasonable amount of time. Didn't fight it. Lay quietly in his crib, looking for all the world like a little mummy with his head sticking out (I don't think I realized how much his normal position curls up on himself), sleeping for five solid hours. Woke up voracious, ate steadily for half an hour, and started fussing again. I put him back in the sack and it was like a switch. Perfectly calm. Ate quietly for another fifteen minutes or so, went to sleep for almost another three hours. It was a miracle.
Which is why, of course, my body decided that we couldn't sleep. I was hungry. I was cold. I was anxious. The humidifier was making weird noises. Little ARR was 100% out, happily full and sleeping and not needing me for once, and I completely failed to take advantage of it. I'm just as exhausted as ever. Sigh.
