The twins have sort of settled into a routine.
Nathaniel crashes by nine, and will not stay up any later. You can bathe him, poke him, feed him, play with him, promise him ponies, whatever, but he’s going to sleep. Period.
Charlotte refuses to sleep before eleven.
Nathaniel WON’T STOP NIGHT FEEDING.
Our nights run like this:
9 pm: Nathan falls into a sleeping beauty coma. I go with him.
11 pm: Husband puts Charlotte down. Goes to bed.
11:30: Nathan wants a mouthful of formula. Will scream if not obliged, waking his sister. This process takes about twenty minutes, he eats very little.
Repeat every half hour until Nathan decides to play, usually around two thirty.
2:30: Nathan gets up, Charlotte takes a full feeding and goes back down until NINE.
Nathan stays up until six thirty or so, then naps for a bit.
What pagan god do I pray to to get him on her schedule? I didn’t do a damn thing differently, but she’s turned into a sleep hoarder. This has very little effect on my life, since I have little mister can’t-stop-eating attached via a neurotic mommy clinging cord, but it’s great for my husband.
I’m trying not to be too bitter.
Starting next week I’ll be in online business administration classes, so expect the maniacal sleep deprived laughter to be echoing across the country at any point.
Typing with one finger annoys the piss out of me.