Rough Night

On Wednesday and Thursday nights, Kathy got doped up pretty good with pain meds and Kole slept in the nursery. Last night, at home, we had our grand initiation into parenthood. After a feeding, we tried to bed down around 11:00 last night, but Kole would have nothing of it. He fussed and cried, then fussed and cried some more. We held him till he would quiet, then when we went to lay him down he'd kick right up again. We changed a diaper, did more walking. All the same. He'd close his eyes then crank back up screaming. When 2:00am passed, we had our "What in the world do we do now?" look at each other, but by that time it was time to try to feed him again. He did that then cried some more. Finally, just after 4:00am, I just put him on my chest as I lay down in bed. He finally fell asleep while laying on me, then I made a successful transfer to his little crib - this time putting him tummy-down, which is how he was lying on my chest. It seemed to do the trick, as he slept solid until 7:45 then gave us a wake-up call. Kathy fed him, then he went right back to sleep, where he's been sawing logs in his little swing ever since - the little turd!

Incidentally - by statistics, Kole's 8-02 birth weight is in the 75th percentile of newborns in the U.S., meaning only 25% of babies weigh more. His length of 21 inches is in the 90th percentile, meaning only 10% of babies born are longer.