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Disco Baby!

Remember when Abby was suddenly sleeping really well? Yeah, that was fun. The last few days have been interesting … she still does a nice long sleep, but I haven’t been able to make it match up to my nice long sleep, so she sleeps from dinnertime to the wee small hours of the morning… and then needs to mange every three hours. Which is really not bad, but I liked it better before.

The thing that’s really thrown me for a loop is that a week ago, I could take her into the bedroom with me at 10 or 11pm, feed her, and put her down next to me in the co-sleeper. Suddenly, instead of falling back asleep, she finds 10pm very interesting and wants to play and coo and smile at me rather than going to sleep.

It’s hard to argue with cooing and smiling, even when you’re exhausted. Besides, there’s not much I can do about it.

My older sister used to call her daughter “disco baby,” because she was totally alert and active between 10pm and 2am. Goin’ dancing! At the club! I’m hoping this is a temporary state of affairs. Our pediatrician said that newborns get to a point where they realize that when they’re awake, fun things happen, and they’d rather be with you than anything else. (Remind them of this when they’re sixteen, please.) So they suddenly begin resisting sleep. It’s developmental, and also, if that’s true? Totally adorable.

But tiring!

Actually, I think the problem was that I’d try to dream-feed her just before I went to sleep in hopes that this would encourage her to sleep longer, but another mom told me it’s not really about food. It’s neurological. I don’t know if that’s true or what, but I skipped the ersatz dream feed last night (really, that just woke her up, there was no dreaming involved) and she slept like a lump till 5am anyway.

So from all this, I conclude that I have no freaking idea what I’m doing and both my children are doomed to a life of having a mom who flies by the seat of her pants.

At least they’ll be groovy sparkly disco pants.

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Disco Baby!

Remember when Abby was suddenly sleeping really well? Yeah, that was fun. The last few days have been interesting … she still does a nice long sleep, but I haven’t been able to make it match up to my nice long sleep, so she sleeps from dinnertime to the wee small hours of the morning… and then needs to mange every three hours. Which is really not bad, but I liked it better before.

The thing that’s really thrown me for a loop is that a week ago, I could take her into the bedroom with me at 10 or 11pm, feed her, and put her down next to me in the co-sleeper. Suddenly, instead of falling back asleep, she finds 10pm very interesting and wants to play and coo and smile at me rather than going to sleep.

It’s hard to argue with cooing and smiling, even when you’re exhausted. Besides, there’s not much I can do about it.

My older sister used to call her daughter “disco baby,” because she was totally alert and active between 10pm and 2am. Goin’ dancing! At the club! I’m hoping this is a temporary state of affairs. Our pediatrician said that newborns get to a point where they realize that when they’re awake, fun things happen, and they’d rather be with you than anything else. (Remind them of this when they’re sixteen, please.) So they suddenly begin resisting sleep. It’s developmental, and also, if that’s true? Totally adorable.

But tiring!

Actually, I think the problem was that I’d try to dream-feed her just before I went to sleep in hopes that this would encourage her to sleep longer, but another mom told me it’s not really about food. It’s neurological. I don’t know if that’s true or what, but I skipped the ersatz dream feed last night (really, that just woke her up, there was no dreaming involved) and she slept like a lump till 5am anyway.

So from all this, I conclude that I have no freaking idea what I’m doing and both my children are doomed to a life of having a mom who flies by the seat of her pants.

At least they’ll be groovy sparkly disco pants.

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