Me: “Who are you and what have you done with the hellion child I was supposed to have?”
Jack, smiling: “Gooo. Geeee.”
Me: “I’m not sure what to do with you, Bubba, but I’m not giving you back!”
Jack, with more smiling: “Guuuh.”
What am I yammering on about, you ask? Well, Jack slept through the night last night.
Yes, I’m serious. I don’t know why or how and I certainly wasn’t expecting anything of the sort from my breastfed, two month old baby. He took two hour-long naps at daycare yesterday (just to prove his daycare provider wrong, I’m sure), one hour-long nap in the evening, then went to bed at 9:30pm. I woke up at 5:00am and was SHOCKED that he hadn’t woken up yet. I had to wake him up to feed him because I was in pain from the engorgement. He did a dream feed (basically, eating while lightly sleeping) and then went back to bed until 7:30am. He was all smiles and goos this morning.
Where did this child come from?