This morning, I slept until 9:06.
Well, I stayed in bed until 9:06. I slept off and on from 4:00-ish until 9:06. My body was telling me, "It's time to get up and nurse that Boy!" Little did my body know that the Boy was 20 miles away...
Last night, John and I went to dinner with four of my girlfriends from high school, and their significant others. Instead of getting a sitter (which we haven't done, yet) or asking my Mom to stay at our house until 11:00 (which I would feel bad about), we brought the Boy to my parent's house for a sleep over.
This was the first time that he's been away from us over night. It was so strange and yet, so nice. I knew he was in good hands with my parents. I didn't worry about him at all (well, mostly not at all). The only thing I wasn't sure about was the 4:00 a.m. feeding. He always nurses. He's never had a middle-of-the-night bottle. I wasn't quite sure how that would go.
But he did great. He took a bottle like a champ. He slept through the night from 6:30 to 6:15. And he was so happy and lovey and snuggly... He had so much fun, he didn't even really look glad to see us when we picked him up.
The 4 a.m. feeding that I was so worried about? Well, my Mom and I were discussing the Boy's night wakings earlier this week. I told her that the Boy does periodically wake up during the night and make little peeps and/or talk to his puppy blankey. And I told her that I only go in there if he's crying; otherwise, he just goes back to bed. But I do go in when he wakes up at 3 or 4 and nurse him. And he usually doesn't really eat a lot. Just a few minutes, and then he goes back to sleep.
She asked me why I go in at 3 or 4 when I don't go in any other time? Does he cry at 3 or 4? Well, no... I didn't really have a great answer. Maybe it's just because I'm sound asleep and then I hear him making a peep and I sort of go on autopilot?
So, she just let him talk when he woke up at 4:00. And guess what? He went back to sleep.
Grandmas are so wise, aren't they?