I know that at least two of the five people that read this blog do not have children or are currently pregnant. I thought I would share with you a typical night with a one week old baby.
9 pm - Head to bed. Jackson has eaten by this point and is typically asleep. Because we are running the hottest hotel in Dalton, we have the benefit of leaving Jackson with the grandparents so that we can get some sleep before he needs to eat.
10:30 pm - Wake up. Get Jackson from downstairs. Check/change his diaper. Go back
downstairs and get the BM (breast milk) from the fridge. Warm up BM. Feed Jackson while Kristina pumps. If he is still hungry, give him some formula.
11:15 pm - Hope Jackson is ready to go back to sleep. Most likely he'll have the hiccups so we can only lay in bed and listen too him. Even Kris, a heavy sleeper, cannot tune it out.
1 am - See above step. If we're lucky, the BM will have resulted in the other BM. Sometimes this step will include a complete outfit change, as Jackson has been known to "explore the space" beyond the confines of his diaper.
2 am - This time of the night usually brings about a crying fit where Jackson rants and raves about all sorts of topics: why is he wearing something called a gown? when will he get to meet other week old singles? why does Dalton have a curfew? why is it called Ovaltine when the jar is round and the glass is round? They should call it Roundtine. etc. During this time little sleep is had by the parents.
4 am - Another round of changing, feeding, burping, rocking and hopefully sleeping. Kristina
usually shines during this time and is showing better stamina than I am. I need to beef up here.
6 or 7 am - Time to feed again. We have been passing Jackson off here to the grandparents so that we can get a few hours of sleep. I've been sleeping until about 9 am, giving me 4 or 5 hours of sleep total, which is ok. Nap time in the afternoon has been a must though.
So that is what the evenings look like at the Callaway house. Tonight will be a big test as I start back to work tomorrow. I'll let you know if I pass out at my desk following lunch tomorrow. Stranger things have happened!
A couple of new photos of our sweet guy: