I think Oti's poor sleeping is the universe's way of paying me back for being such a poor sleeper myself, for keeping Mum and Dad up all night when I was a babe.
He really tested my patience last night. Fell asleep on the dot of 7, as he has done the past couple of weeks. Woke at 10, fed, and then squirmed and grizzled in his sleep for 40 minutes, before waking again properly. I had to pat him to sleep, and then he woke again an hour later! Fed up, I took him in with me. He squirmed and wriggled, as if in pain, all night long. At 5 I told Phil I didn't feel like being his Mum today — could we find a replacement?
I think perhaps he's still suffering some side effects from the rotavirus vaccine. He did a huge, dirty, stinking poo this morning, and seemed somewhat calmer immediately afterwards.
My technique to get him to sleep longer than 45 minutes (yes, it worked!!) — sit by the cot about 5 minutes before his usual waking time, and when he starts to stir, just put a firm hand on his shoulder. He wriggled a little, and then was still. It's not ideal, but it's an improvement!
What else is new? He weighs 7.4 kg and is 66 cm long. He has started rolling again — tummy to back — doing it once last night and twice this morning. He had his first rusk stick last weekend, and absolutely relished it, getting it all over himself and screeching when he dropped it, impatiently waiting for Phil to rinse it before giving it back. He is enjoying playing with toys now, still not always managing to grasp them firmly, but able to hit toys that are hanging above him, and to push everything he comes into contact with, no matter how awkwardly, into his mouth.
Tonight Elise and Mark are babysitting so that Phil and I can go to the movies! I am praying he is sweet and lovely so that they a) will do it again sometime and b) aren't turned off having children of their own!
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