The Beck is officially sleeping in his crib, ladies and gentlemen.
Please note that this does not suggest anything like, "sleeping through the night" or even "sleeping more than 2 hours at a time ever."
But he is in his own room and seems to sleep maybe a tiny bit better without us snoring and tossing and yelling at dogs near him and his poor little feet outgrowing the box and hanging over the end.
It does seem that the swaddle may now be more important. When he was in his little box between our pillows, we had determined that swaddling no longer seemed to make him sleep longer. In his crib, however, our boy is apparently mobile. We put him down on his back in the middle and within an hour he is screaming because he has "backbended" himself into the bars. At one horrifying point last night, I went in to find him bent backwards, his body fitted along the shape of the corner of the crib (he really does these backbend things) with his face all smushed up against the side. How did he get there? How does he move so much? Is he even safe in the damn crib? I swaddled him and it didn't happen again. But what to do? He eventually breaks all swaddles (please don't tell me about the Miracle blanket again - I said ALL and I meant it) and will again maneuver himself into odd corners. Help?
Which speaks to the biggest problem with the whole thing. He may be sleeping beautifully (other than the Headbangers Ball/Backbend Party) but I am sleeping fitfully and sadly. I miss my baby and I can't stop being terrified that he is going to stop breathing at any moment. I know, though, that this will be good once I am adjusted. I would love to cuddle my husband again and have more than a pillow's width of space for my shoulders. Baby in box, two adults and two dogs is just a wee bit cramped.
Yes, I missed NaBloPoMoing yesterday. Bite me. This post will be for Sunday. So there.
