I am now vaguely aware of how much breast milk I can be carrying at any given time, considering how much my baby just spit up on me.
I now also know that sometimes she’ll eat when she doesn’t have the room for it. And during bedtime routine…I probably shouldn’t push the issue, and find other ways to soothe her myself.
For quite some time, it was the only way to get her to go to sleep in the evenings, which I didn’t mind most of the time. But it seems she’s either going through a stage, or is starting to grow out of this particular evening need.
Lately, she has been going to sleep far better and quicker for my husband, after feeding with me. Which generally is after a dinner time spent working on her puree foods, and the occasional finger food. (http://www.babyledweaning.com/) Then her bath after “dinner time”. Before this, she would spend a little time after bath time just hanging out with us, then she’d feed from me and she’d fall asleep on me.
Her routine of choice is definitely changing, and it’s something we’re both attempting to adjust to, without trying to force the routine we’re used to on her. This was definitely a learning experience in just that. She hasn’t seemed as tired during her bed time routine, seeming to only snack from me, then be awake and ready to go. But it doesn’t always last very long. It can be a few minutes to about half an hour before she really rubs her eyes a lot and fusses.
Though, last night was just plain out of the ordinary. She didn’t want to go to bed at all, anywhere close to when she usually ends up falling asleep. So we took her to bed instead of trying to get her to fall asleep to put her in her crib. She still was quite awake for about half an hour after setting up for bed, so I took her upstairs to change her diaper just for the sake of doing it. It was nearly bone dry, and she rarely fusses over such a small amount. But, it seemed getting up, going upstairs and going through a diaper change did something. Back downstairs, set up for sleep, and set her up to nurse. She nursed, and eventually went to just pacifying on me, and eventually fell asleep.
Tonight is also a bit of a curve ball, with the massive spit up explosion we just had. In her entire short life, she’s never spit up that much. I would say she spit up more in this evening in a matter of a few minutes than she has collectively prior to this. But she seems to be perfectly ok despite this. Let me tell you, it scared the crap out of me. But she didn’t cry, wasn’t upset, didn’t seem to be in any pain…
I’m still on edge. Very much so. I’m not sure what kind of sleep, if any I’m going to get tonight. Just another hurdle of the adventure of parenthood that I’ve got to work through.