Hi Mum! I’m awake! He says to me. Almost mocking me. I am sure that he knows exactly what time it is and that he is only awake to tease me.
This seems to be a common occurrence in my house at the moment. The nightly routine involves me going to bed as early as possible after DS’s last feed. If that is 7pm then hello bed and goodbye having a life that most people would consider cool. Then, at some point, the little bundle of joy wakes me up by crying. Yep, it is already that time again, he wants food.
So I dutifully drag myself out of bed, pick him up and latch him onto my breast for a feed. Sometimes he will be nice and feed solidly for 15-30 minutes and then go back to sleep like a good little boy. Other times, like tonight, he teases me. We have been up for an hour and a half now. At first he fussed over not wanting to feed properly. Then he started to feed and got annoyed that I wasn’t fast enough for him. Then he decided he’d had enough to eat. “Sweet relief!” I foolishly cried thinking he would go back to sleep and I could go back to bed.
Instead he just lies there, all wrapped up in a blanket, hiccuping and staring at the world around him. Eyes wide. No signs of wanting more food, or any sleep! His father just lies next to us snoring as I fight the urge to fall asleep.
The fact that babies are so cute is all part of their survival instincts. Lets face it. I love my son very much. But I he wasn’t so darn adorable, I would have a lot more trouble not wanting to kill him when this situation replays itself 3 times every night.
For now I will wait and pray that he falls asleep soon. And if that doesn’t work then wakey wakey Daddy, I’ve done my time, it’s your turn!