Oh the trickiness!

Ah, how simple life used to be!  I wanted to go somewhere... so I went!  Now, things require a little more planning.

Take, for example, the hen's party I have coming up.  Go-karting at 5pm, dinner at 7pm, followed by karaoke.  Jason won't be home from work by 5, so I'll have to take Cooper to mum's (haven't asked her yet... here's hoping she's ok with that!).  Then I'll have to rush to her house before 7 to give Cooper a feed (he still won't take a bottle) then meet Jase near the restaurant to hand over the bub so I can go to dinner.  I wouldn't be able to stay out for too long, as Cooper would need another feed at some stage, and being old and sleep deprived, I'll probably just skip the whole karaoke bit.

It's do-able, thanks to a wonderful mum who donates generous amounts of time to grandkids, but it certainly isn't as easy as it used to be!

In and out

After just over 3 weeks of pretty much feeding every 2-3 hours around the clock, my eyes feel like they are going to fall out of my head.  Silly me, I've not been going to bed early enough to compensate for the increased awake time during the night, although I have just begun having naps during the day when he does.

Tonight, he finally did it... slept from about 10:30 through to just after 4am!!  Wohoo!!

I was still up several times, as he was coughing and I thought he was awake and ready for a feed, but at least I could go straight back to bed (and on my own!).

When he finally did get up for a feed, he was a very hungry boy, obviously.  And there was plenty of milk available for him.  He finally finished, and I lay there still cuddling him, wondering if he was in a deep enough sleep to go back to his own bed without waking.  Until he started coughing... and coughed some more... and...

WHAM!  Out came all that milk!!

We're not just talking a little after-feed-baby-chuck here, we're talking a full-on explosion!!  I wonder if there was any milk left in his tummy at all!  I was soaked through from chest to thigh, and Cooper from neck to toe!  Just what you want at 4:40am ;)

I assume it was just a reaction to being over-full, not that there is something worthy of a doctor's visit?  On the upside, he is as happy as Larry, and now having a playtime on the lounge floor.  Seems I again am only getting 6 hrs of broken sleep tonight, but hopefully the big sleep was the first of many!  And hopefully his tummy copes better with it next time!

Happy sad baby

My poor baby is sick :(  He has a chesty cold and is oh so sad!  Last night we were up for so much of the night, walking around cuddling the poor crying little fellow.

He just woke from an afternoon nap with little raspy coughs.  He stared up at me, tears streaming out his eyes, his face screwed up and looking all confused.  "Why do I feel so yucky and find it hard to breath properly, Mum?" I felt him asking.  Broke my heart!  I picked him up and cuddled him while we walked to find Dad.

But this is the part that blows me away... As we sat on the couch all together, Cooper beamed at us, even still with the tears in his eyes and on his cheeks.  People who saw him this morning commented on the smiles he gave them.  Even when he is feeling yucky, he still manages to flash his beautiful smile every once in a while.  He is such a delightful baby!  <3

Early morning deliciousness

Over the last few weeks Cooper has not been sleeping so well at night, resulting in me being a little tired.  Ok, maybe a lot tired.  Since I haven't been compensating by going to bed earlier, I reckon this may be the most tired I've felt since he was born.

Because of this, I've been sleeping in with Cooper lately.  (He is usually not up til 8:30 or 9.)  This morning, however, I was feeling quite wide awake after his first morning feed (7am... a bit later than usual), so I got up.

And I realised how much I've missed this early morning deliciousness.

While he's asleep, the house is all quiet, the traffic hasn't picked up too much yet, all feels calm and still.... I feel so... I don't know... alive?  In control?  Peaceful?  Something good, anyway.

I hang the laundry I put on last night, sit down in my lounge that I cleaned yesterday and relish every mouthful of my porridge.  I do the obligatory facebook check and blog update (:P) and then can choose my activity... will I do my bible study, have a shower or do some housework?  Whichever I choose, it's lovely.

I've always been unsure of if I'm actually a real morning person or not.  I love to get up early, but am not ready to interact with people for a little while.  I need to just be in quietness and get my brain ready for the day.

By the time Cooper wakes, I feel at peace.  I am eager to see him.  I'm ready to start the day.

I think I'm going to go to bed a little earlier tonight so I can get up before him again tomorrow.

Could he be more adorable??

I know why God makes babies so cute... so that when they practice their talking in bed at 11pm, you want to laugh and hear more instead of telling them to go to sleep.  And when they then want you to get up and play with them, you do it with great delight. 

My baby is just so fricken cute!!  His smile is better than sleep any day!!  (His crying and sooking, not so much... but one smile redeems him completely!)

As he lies here being so entertained by his feet, so proud of himself when he makes his monkey sing, so clever in rolling over and kicking himself around his playmat, cheeks just so squishy and kissable, I think he is just the most perfect little creature in the world.  How awesome is it that watching this is my 'job'?!