As I type this, something CRAZY AWESOME is happening behind my back. Justin put Benton down for a nap. Successfully. WITHOUT BREASTFEEDING HIM.
This may sound insignificant to you smart parents who don’t rely solely on boobs for the baby to sleep. For those who kept a bottle introduced from early on. For those of you who have methods of putting the baby to sleep other than feeding him. For those who swaddle, use white noise, rock, shush, pat, and train. YAY. Jealous.
But having someone be able to put B down for a nap other than me is a big deal. To me. I have been scared to leave the house for an extended period of time because I am nervous the whole time I am gone that Benton will not be eating or sleeping. Eating and sleeping are kind of key elements to a baby’s day/night.
We had a couple bad experiences, and it freaked me out. Not really worth the outing for me if I am just thinking about the sad hungry baby at home. So.
As time went by, I thought I would be more OK with leaving him. Closer to being OK with a babysitter, not less. I am still not confident with leaving him with anyone other than Justin, but I will get there.
Guess who is not worried one bit? Mr. Boley. He is a bit overconfident in all of this, but better that than irrationally stressed out. I guess I need someone to balance out my crazy. He thinks that if Benton eats only an ounce out of the bottle that he is just not hungry for more. But I am suspicious. SUSPICIOUS. I don’t have ounce measurements on my boobs, but I am quite sure he should be eating more than that during a meal. Yes? No? *sideways confused glance*
I am determined to keep him interested in both boob and bottle from here on out. Because as much as I love being home with Benton, that doesn’t mean ALL DAY EVERYDAY AHHH MAAHHH GAAHh.
Ah, well. Glad he loves his daddy.