Night Owl

It is now 1:04 am. And my baby is fighting this little thing called sleep. He tries so hard. You know when you are so tired and you just can't sleep. You wake up to look at the clock and then you slam your head back on the pillow because the time is just slipping through your fingers as you try to hold on to just a few minutes of sleep. Poor guy, I think this is what he feels like right now. Fortunately, I got a good nap in today so I am not doing so bad. But poor Daddy he is trying so hard to get little Connor to sleep, so he can sleep too. Connor loves his Daddy,  so if anyone can get him to sleep it's Daddy. Connor likes it when Daddy rubs his forehead to his nose, it relaxs him. So cross your fingers that he will fall into a deep sleep, consisting of three solid hours or more, actually right now we would go for one.

I feel kind of bad because it is partly my fault, I am trying not to feed him constantly at night so that he doesn't get dependent on nursing to sleep. But he is not liking the process. Don't worry I am not starving him or anything, I just am trying to get him in a pattern of eating every two/three hours instead of everytime he rolls over and wakes. He did good the past few days, so I am trying to keep my hopes high. I just wish I hadn't gotten him in such a bad routine in the first place. Well I guess for baby #2 I will have things a little more figured out.

I love you baby Connor!