We had to adjust our schedule and so far it's working great. Last week when Moo started daycare, we bathed him, rolled him up in his blanket, did one last nursing and he passed out at 8 pm...until 7 am the next morning. !!!! K and I didn't know what to do with the extra free time. Should we run silent but exuberant laps around the house? Make snow-less angels on the living room floor? And even more daring, eat dinner....TOGETHER?! Actually, I think we just sat stunned on the couch...it just happened too suddenly.
Well by Monday Moo realized just how easy things had become for his hapless parents and woke up 2 am demanding food. So after a few days, we decided to push back his bedtime to 9:30, bathe him after his sister, give him a big warm 5 ounce bottle and then roll him up in a nice tight burrito.
It worked! Huzzah!
He'll snooze blissfully until 5-ish, which works out because that's wake-y time for moi. I'll give him a quick feed in bed and then burp him and roll him back in his blanket. Not sure how he does it but he manages to get one arm out so that in the morning he looks like a little bald Mother Theresa, waving one fat, indignant arm. Luckily for K, after a mini feeding, he'll settle back down until K is ready to start his day. We plan on slowly pushing the bedtime so by six months, we're hoping that the entire barnyard will be asleep by 8 pm.
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