It's like I have a newborn all over again. Last night he was up every 2 hours to eat. And I mean every 2 hours. It was like he had an alarm set.
After last night I feel a lot of pity for those women who chose to bottle feed from the beginning. At least when I was nursing I could lay on my side, get him latched and then doze off until he was done. It was awesome! Now I have to get up, go to the kitchen, make a bottle, get him out of his crib, let him eat, put the bottle away and put him back to bed. At that point I can finally go back to sleep myself.
I ended up just keeping him in bed with me most the night. He went to bed around 8, got up at 10 so I fed him and took him back to his room thinking the rest of the night would be peaceful. Nope, up again at midnight! And then again at 2am, 4am and 6am. Finally after his 6am feeding I took him back to his bed cause I just couldn't deal with him anymore. But he was yelling and crying again at 8am so I just gave up and took him into the living room so he could play and I could lay on the couch.
There are a lot of days that I really miss having a newborn, there's lots to love about having a brand new baby. They sleep all the time, the just want to be held, they are beautiful and you still have that high from their birth (or at least I did, I was cracked out for like 2 weeks after he was born, endorphins are AMAZING). But Wy getting up every 2 hours to eat is like having a newborn without the perks. He doesn't want to just lay in bed with me, he's busy busy busy all the time. He's still an adorable little boy, but he hardly can hold still long enough for me to get a good look at him.
I'm praying that all the activities today wore him out and he will sleep good tonight. But I'm not betting on it.
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