Good morning!
So my son needs to eat every 2 hours or so, including nights. As you may imagine this is particularly difficult for Brandy, a breastfeeding mother (hopefully it is okay for me to share this information). I myself was not breastfed. She, however, was. (Again, I hope this information isn’t too personal o.O).
In any case, usually I get slapped around 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. to get up and feed Jacob a bottle because, you know, Brandy has been up every hour or so since 10 p.m. So…up I get.
Last night, however, was unlike any night before it so far.
Last night I played like a Daddy All-Star (if there is such a thing)…
I picked him up out of his bassinet at 5 a.m. while he was still asleep.
I brought him to his nursery across the hall from our bedroom and sat down.
There I fed him 2 ounces of milk, changed his diaper, and then brought him back…still asleep.
I returned to bed feeling like a champion…and then he started gurgling. To my horror, I realized I hadn’t burped him! Returning with him to the nursery, I proceeded to burp him (he burped). Afterward I re-returned him to his bassinet and made for bed. Jacob then slept until 7 a.m.
Re-cap: bottle, diaper, burp, up and down twice into the bassinet… still asleep.
This is likely more of an accomplishment for him, but I don’t care.
To me it felt like getting a Perfect in Street Fight 2 against M. Bison…
And then turning around and getting a Flawless Victory in Mortal Kombat against Shang Tsung.
Brandy got to sleep a little more, and I got to feel like a champion…
It was a good morning.
-Scritch out