My baby is upstairs trying to fall asleep for the first time without a bottle. Yes I know he's over 3, and this is very hard for him. He is super tired but when I go up to rub his back he kicks me away. He is crying a bit, kind of a whine, and it's really hard for me. But we need to do it, he's drinking too much milk, and not eating enough, he wakes up super soaked, and I'm just tired of it all. So here we are, the first of a few rough nights I think.
He is, in so many ways, getting to be a big boy. We were out most of the morning, him in underpants, with no accidents! We went to two stores, had breakfast and he pee'd in a public bathroom. Even getting home, no accidents today! Mind you he pooped in his diaper this morning because we haven't quite got that worked out, but I still call it progress. We were couch shopping, and he didn't terrorize the store or break anything.
Which leads to, I got a new couch, and loveseat. And I am super happy with the purchase, it feels like a grown up set. I went in with a budget, knowing what I wanted to spend and what I could max out at. I knew I wanted a reclining sofa, and I was hoping for leather, not bonded or fake, but real leather. I came out with the floor model clearance set, in espresso brown (what I wanted), power reclining, for less than the max I knew I could spend, but more than what I wanted to spend. It is super comfy, and is going to be awesome in my new space. I got a great deal, the set was on sale last summer and I compared the price, for what I spent I could have just gotten the couch. So woo hoo. They did try and talk me in to microfiber, and it was a great deal, but I really wanted leather. Now to keep the dog off it. The cats are more debatable, they tend to sleep on furniture with me, not on their own so much.
I do believe he fell asleep. It took about an hour, most of it I was up there, we read 3 stories, I sang a bunch of songs, rubbed his back, he talked and then I left because he wasn't going to stop talking. He told me that his daycare teacher told him if he doesn't stop talking to his friend so much at nap time they will move his bed... so yeah, he's a chatterbox. He also complained that he needed milk because he would be thirsty at night. I left him a cup of water beside his bed, and he had a sippy of milk with not much in it. I really hope this leads to sleep for both of us.
I had planned to do this at Easter but a coworker who told me I looked tired, told me the story of the bottle fairy, when I explained why I was tired. I told Jackson about the bottle fairy who comes to take the bottles away and lets you get a special new toy. The bottle fairy will give your old bottles to babies who need them. In her case she told the little boy he needed to do it before he turned 3 or the bottle fairy wouldn't leave him anything. In our case I said it has to be before we move or the bottle fairy won't be able to find us at the new house! And now I have two bags of bottles sitting in the kitchen, wondering where to hide them as I don't really want to throw them out. So here we are 6 weeks earlier than I had expected, with a sudden drop in the amount of milk we'll need, and perhaps a boy who will be dry all night. Imagine.
We are moving. It's just a house change, yes with some new furniture involved. Yet for some reason I think it's going to be some magical thing, that my life will suddenly be completely different, I'll be thinner, healthier, we'll eat better, we'll spend better quality time together, go for walks, laugh more. But realistically, it's just a move, our life plopped into a new location, a little further from daycare and work, still reasonable. Nothing really will change that much. I wonder why I think it will? Hope it will.
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