Urine Soaked Happiness

The little guy has been sleeping better &amp better. As a parent, this makes me incredibly happy. Little guy goes to sleep sometime between 8 & 10 and (typically) wakes up sometime between 4 & 6 (this would sound horrible to college John, but it’s certainly not so bad, especially when present-day John goes to sleep sometime between 9 & 11). The problem with CJ falling sleeping half-decently is that his diapers simply don’t hold his stuff for that amount of time. We’ve gone to the “overnight” diapers, but they’re still not making it through the night. Whoever gets the pleasure of getting the crying CJ out of the crib usually gets the pleasure of stripping off his soaked clothing. Fortunately, CJ loves being naked, so this isn’t an entirely unpleasant way to start the morning.

The other night, though, was a weird one. Friday into Saturday, CJ started fussing at about 1AM. “Ok, a little blip in the plan”, said I, as I got him up to change him & feed him. Honestly, the timing here kind-of worked for me — I mean, as he was only asleep for a relatively short amount of time, it would mean that there wouldn’t be the typical overloaded diaper issue wouldn’t be an issue. On top of that, I was half-awake when he started stirring.

So I get up, change him, and feed him. About 45 minutes later, a sleepy CJ is simply playing with the bottle, and I go to put him back down, but he starts crying, wanting to be held. I hold him. I sing to him. After nothing really works to make him want to go down for the night, I take him into bed with me — nearly always, parent cuddles work.

This time, they didn’t.

The “funny” thing about the incident is that he wasn’t really fussy once he got into bed — he was simply awake. Wide awake – as if I accidentally gave him a bottle full of espresso instead of formula. He was happy. He was laughing. He was trying to grab the puppies (who, in turn, were trying to avoid him and get back to sleep). For two & a half hours, he was simply awake.

Since that night, he’s been sleeping like a champ – meaning that we’ve been changing the sheet on his crib like champs, too 🙂

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