Greatest American hero
I know I vent a lot about my hubby on these here blogs, but I hope y'all understand it's (mostly) in jest. Hmm... I hope HE understands that as well <scrolling though previous posts as my heart races, making awkward askew mouth face>.
Anyhoo, this post is about how mega awesome he is.
This past Friday, we decided that it was time for Bubs to make some sleep changes. The ultimate goal is for him to sleep in his room, in his crib, without being swaddled, and no more waking up to suckle mommy's boobies. We agreed to start slow (ok, after a few failed attempts at ripping the bandaid off...)
and chose 3 steps to start with:
1. Move bassinet into his nursery
2. Unswaddle him
3. Nighttime does not mean boobietime
Step 1 is bigger than you may think because we live in a bungalow. The entire upstairs is a master suite and it's mega gorgeous. However, it kinda blows when you have a kid cuz the other bedrooms are downstairs. Which is really far away at 1:30 in morning when said kid is wailing.
So, my mega wonderful man decided that he was gonna take over nighttime duty AND sleep downstairs in the guest room with the monitor so if - who am I kidding - when Bubs woke up, I wouldn't hear him and be tempted to come down and shove a boob in his mouth. Bubs' mouth, not my husband's.
Do y'all understand what this means?!?!
I GET TO SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SIX MONTHS. <yes I am shouting>
My husband is awesome.
It's going great. And my hubby is now very tired and unable to get a good night's sleep, but he's sticking with it. And I don't even have to remind that I've been doing this for 6 months. Which is the cherry on the sundae of love I am feeling for my baby daddy. That is why he is my Greatest American Hero.
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