Sleeping through the night.

No work to do... I shall blog!

Miss Caroline Quinn has gotten so good at sleeping through the night. I'd say she sleeps completely through the night about 50% of the time. She wakes up once, nurses, and quickly goes back to sleep around 25% of the time. And then there's that other 25% that we dread... happily awake baby nights. Where she would much prefer to smile at mommy and daddy than be sleeping at 3am. But, if we dare leave her in the crib smiling, she cries. This kind of night usually involves her waking up, me nursing her, me trying to put her back in the crib, her staring at me with a huge grin that says "I'm not sleepy, I need more foodssss", Josh feeding her a bottle in bed while I attempt to [unsuccessfully] go back to sleep, and Josh spending the rest of the night on the couch while Caroline hangs out in her swing watching cartoons and eventually drifting back off to sleep. But, these nights are becoming more and more rare, and will probably become nonexistent in the near future.

What's odd is that the better Caroline sleeps, the worse Josh and I sleep. Last night, Caroline slept completely through the night. I had a hard time even waking her up this morning (little one had rolled onto her tummy in the middle of the night and was pleasantly snoozing away, and kept sleeping once I got her into our bed for her breakfast). However, Josh and I slept horribly. We were both tossing and turning, constantly taking turns kicking a cuddly Ellie off the bed (as much as I love her snuggles, miss space heater needs to sleep on the floor sometimes), and we even had the pleasure of cleaning up Tollie puke in the middle of the night (oh, the joys of having pets).

This is after my attempt to wake her this morning. Sleepy head!

This is becoming a regular thing. On nights that Caroline sleeps for ten hours straight, we are constantly waking up. On nights that we sleep great, Caroline decides to be happy baby at 3am. Part of my lack of sleep is the strange dreams I have. I don't usually remember my dreams, but I remember these oddly vivid and realistic dreams. For example, I will dream that Josh goes to get Caroline out of her crib to bring her to me so I can nurse her. Then, I will wake up and he'll be asleep next to me and Caroline won't be in my arms and I will freak the eff out. Like, I mean freak out. Josh says I have screamed on occasion. I will search the bed for her, go into full on panic mode, and then finally glance at the monitor to see that she's still in her crib sleeping peacefully (the monitor has this ticking line on the screen, which tells me it's sensing her movement in the crib). After all of this, I will have a horrible time going back to sleep. I have been having dreams like this since she was born (when she slept in the cradle, I would actually dream that I was nursing her, and then I'd wake up and see her sleeping in the cradle and I would honestly not remember if she had nursed or not). Silly maternal instinct weirdness is messing with my precious beauty sleep! Not cool.

Anywho, we are a super proud of Caroline for being such an amazing sleeper. We just need to re-train ourselves to properly sleep!

After she finally woke up. Leaning back is so one month ago.

On a side note, Caroline ate her applesauce like a champ last night! When I was getting her dressed after her time splish splashing in the bath, she was making chewing motions with her mouth. So, Josh went and set up her food, and I went to feed her. She promptly opened her mouth for the spoon, and ate almost the entire two ounces (of course, half of that ended up on her chin, but it was still awesome). She let me know when she was done by keeping her mouth shut and pushing the spoon away with her hands. She's a smart little thing, and a food lover like her mommy! Tonight, we'll try a different type of food... hmmm, bananas? peas? prunes? carrots? We shall see!