Since Wes came home from the hospital, he hasn’t had a real place to sleep. Well, he has, but he hasn’t used it. Being a fairly clingy little boy, he slept where ever he fell asleep, and that was usually in our arms. Put him down, he wakes up. Without fail. So in order to get anything done around here, including get some sleep, we just dealt with it.
But reality sets in quick when you realize what you can and can’t do with a baby in your arms. As much as I secretly LOVED snuggling with him, stealing sniffs of his glorious new baby smell and covering him in kisses while he snoozed in my arms, there was so much that was not getting accomplished around the house. Even the small things are a chore when both of your hands are not free. Ever try getting a jar of peanut butter open with one hand? How about fill a baggie with snacks and THEN close it? Go pee? You get my drift.
So the inevitable happened over the weekend. Wes slept in his crib. Not overnight yet, but he’s taking long naps there and I am experiencing a little freedom. I think he’s enjoying it too. He’s gone from sleeping for 45 minutes to an hour to more than two. And who can blame him? Look how comfy he looks all swaddled up like a burrito…
Dan - mmmm burritos.
I want a fuzzy blanket my size so I can sleep like that too, please.