We had a rough weekend. After weeks of holiday madness and having constant plans and/or visitors, we finally found ourselves with nothing to do. I thought that I could get the baby’s sleep back on track, and we’d all have a great weekend of doing nothing. This weekend was terrible. It was like we had reverted back to week one with a newborn. The screaming, the sleeplessness, all of it.
And last night something changed. The baby went to sleep earlier (like 7:30) and only woke once in the middle of the night (as opposed to his two or three times the past few weeks.) He was up at 7:30 this morning and was pleasant.
He spent two hours at his daycare, while I ran a few errands, and then I picked him up to have lunch with me, my brother and mom. He was the most pleasant baby today. He even napped this afternoon and woke up happy and cheerful. He’s napping at the moment, but when my husband came home from work, he found the baby smiling and laughing and playing.
I took today and tomorrow off so we could spend time with my brother before he heads back to Hawaii. I’m so glad the baby decided to jump on board with a good attitude so Jason could enjoy him.
Days like today (and nights like last night)? I could get used to those.