The rat race began this week. K and the kids went back to school, work got busier than ever and K’s semester started off with a hellacious bang (whoever thought nursing school is a cake walk is just plain wrong). Most daunting of all, we’ve had to figure out a way for both of us to get decent amount of ZZZ's while parenting a three-month old.
Since K and I have never been disciplined enough to sleep-train our kids, we have once again decided to rely on our own strategies. There’s the “11:30 PM strategy,” which involves K awakening the little guy around 11:30 PM for his last feeding. This usually satisfies him until 6:30 or 7 AM, allowing us to get much needed rest. We’ve also set up a “Nuk-ing station”--a mattress, pillow and blanket placed right at the head of his crib. When B-Boy inevitably starts crying for his lost pacifier in the middle of the night, I would stumble into his room, pop it back in his mouth, and resume my slumber on the mattress for the rest of the night. My arms are just small enough to fit through the bars of his crib, which means I can pretty much pop the pacifier back in his mouth in my sleep. Yes, we are probably training him to constantly need someone to give him his paci, but what’s worse – night after night of crying, or a few seconds worth of Nuk-placement? You may be clucking your disapproval while reading this. But K and I are in crisis control mode--whatever it takes to make it work in the short term.
All in all, our first week wasn’t terrible at all. We’ll see how our second week goes.
On a related note, B-Boy has been acclimating wonderfully to his new daycare environment. According to the gals at the daycare, he coos and smiles for them all of the time—already the ladies’ man.
