Friday night I had baby duty since Mrs. Lessinges went out for the evening to socialize with some friends. Girls Night Out yo! I spent roughly 90 minutes getting Anna to sleep. At first it was an attempt to nap around 5:45pm. Anna’s eye flutter as she nears napping, unfortunately once I put her down in the crib I hear her a few minutes later whimpering via the baby monitor. I sneak in her room, swoop her up in my arms, plucking her out "baby jail". We pace around her room for five to ten minutes while humming Hey Jude before I determine there’s no way she’s will succumb to snoozing.
Breastmilk Now. I wander into the kitchen with Anna in my manly arms and grab a bottle of breastmilk from the fridge. Water is in the process of boiling. A couple minutes later I pour the hot water in a mug and program the oven timer for five minutes. Anna and I pace around the house for five minutes. Minute one we pose in front of her bedroom mirror as dad makes funny faces which go unnoticed by the three month old. Minutes two through five are spent staring at stuff in her crib while I sing about bodily functions. Beeeeeep! Five minutes killed.
I scurry around the living room preparing to give Anna five ounces of tasty lukewarm breastmilk. Remote control and burp rag placed on couch, check! Snag bottle from kitchen and begin to feed our girl with the television on. I notice Anna sneaking a peek at the idiot box while I gaze in her eyes lovingly. TV extinguished. After about three ounces she slows her feeding. I remove the bottle from her mouth, prop her up in my lap and gently tap her back. No burps. I put her up over my shoulder and this produces a mild burp and a bowel movement. We take a short trip to her bedroom and then resume her feeding a few minutes later. Five ounces of breastmilk consumed. Time check: 7:05pm.
The Closer. She’s mine now. A couple yawns escape her tiny mouth and this is my sign she’s caved. I attempt to take a decent photo of her using my laptop computer. Exhibit eh!
We rock for a couple minutes in her dark room, yet Anna isn’t really having it. One more diaper change is in order. Dab some baby powder in my right hand and rub it on her bum. Snap her clothes back together and then lay her in her crib. Commence operation No Free Arms using nifty blanket. Once again I hum Hey Jude and shhhh gently in her ear while the humidifier runs in the background. Anna can’t fight it. Eyes blink uncontrollably. I glance at my digital watch and tell myself "five minutes starting now". Less than a minute later her eyes are fully closed, I continue the rocking for four more minutes. Once the time is up, I slide my left hand under her neck and head and prepare to nestle the very young girl in her crib. It works and she’s soundly asleep. 7:33pm.
Me Time. Three
Two hours later she remains soundly asleep as I wind down this post. She’ll likely sleep for another five hours (well she probably won’t now that I typed this). I might blog for two of those five hours… or not. Rrring! Phone rings once, this pre-arranged communication means Mrs. Lessinges is on her way home.