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June 4, 2008
Scary cool
So most nights, when Owen is feeling the love, he falls asleep a little after 8, and we either hold him until we go to bed, or we stick him on the floor and he actually stays asleep. Wen we go to bed, usually around 10:30 or 11, I wake him up and feed him, hoping for maximum sleepage before he wakes me up for his one (usually) nighttime feeding.
Last night, Rex went to bed a while before me. I stayed up to sew a button back onto a pair of his shorts. How 50's housewife of me, right? Anyway, Owen had been sleeping on his chest, so when he went to bed, he put Owen in his bed. When I went in there half an hour later, I was tired and just didn't feel like getting Owen up. Of course, five minutes after I turned out the light, he started wiggling and snorting, and I thought for sure that his 11 o'clock snack habit was waking him up.
Next thing I knew, it was 3am, and Owen was dead silent. I poked my head in the Pack'n'Play and heard nothing. As much as I know better than to wake a sleeping baby, I put a hand on him. Every times he sleeps extra hours or unexpected times, I'm just sure something has happened. After all, I know better than to put a baby to sleep on his stomach. I know it increases the risk of SIDS. And even though I know the risks are slim, I'm sure that this time my luck has run out. Never mind that Katie was the same way, refusing to sleep on her back. Never mind that she turned out just fine. In a lot of ways, I become a more relaxed and better parent with each baby. In the middle of the night, though, I still sometimes feel this crushing weight of fear on my chest.
Of course as soon as I touched him, he moved just enough to let me know he was alive. He slept another two hours and woke up at pretty much his usual time. After he ate, he went back to sleep until 7:30. Makes me wonder how much more sleep I could be getting if I just shook things up a little every now and then. It also makes me wish he would roll back to front so I could stop being so paranoid.
Posted by me at June 4, 2008 9:44 PM