Here comes a big jinx. Knox has slept through the night four nights in a row! It's amazing what happens when I let go of the idea that there is one single right way to do newborn sleep and kill myself striving to find it, and instead just go with what works for us. We feed him around 7pm and now all of a sudden he's dropped the 2am-ish feeding and can make it til 6am-ish. We have Jeremiah go in as the first defense in the night so that smelling me doesn't send Knox down the hunger path (thank you pediatrician for opening our eyes to this miraculous plan). Once we get the swaddle down to a science we'll really be in the money. Last night he was up several times due to arms flailing free. He can't handle it. We even use those overpriced velcro swaddler things to help with the tightness, but he's so dang strong - not to mention a violent sleeper. Put the two together and it's an deadly, unswaddled combo.
In other news, he may or may not have had his first traumatic experience when dressed tightly as a pinata for Halloween. Poor guy.
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