Back in Bed

After 3 weeks of sleeping in a twin bed in the nursery with Jack, I finally slept in my own marital bed last night.  And it was intermittently glorious. 

 

I didn't get a full night's sleep.  Not by a long shot!  But I think I got a little more than "usual" without sleeping in such close proximity to my boy.  See, despite being just under 11 pounds, Jack seems to be able to emulate the noises of a wildebeest with a brain infection.  His grunts sound like he's doing baby Crossfit and his "coos" sound like he is trying to mate with the world's smallest Beluga Whale.  It's on a very sonar level.

 

His noisiness is rivaled only by his cuteness.

 

We stayed at my parents' beach house last weekend and it was the first time Grant has ever had to sleep in the same room as Jack and/or get up with him in the middle of the night.  The first thing he said to me the next morning was, "Woah.  That was intense."

 

All those little baby grunts earned me a lot of respect for how much sleep I do not get.

 

Never to be outdone, Rosie likes to use the Boppy as well.

 

So, even though I still had to get up every 2 to 3 hours, I got to snuggle with Rosie by my side in a King size bed, so it was an vast improvement from my lonely twin bed.  Here's hoping he's one of those sweet little babies who decides to start sleeping through the night by 6 weeks old.