EUREKA!

I know I just wrote yesterday, but I had to post the good news: thanks to an extremely wonderful, patient daddy, a BYU-I radio station the baby likes that plays soothing, spiritual music (he seems, like me, to prefer the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, especially rebroadcasts of their weekly program "Music and the Spoken Word") and a "breathe easy" baby positioner to keep him in place and feeling more secure, lent to us by our sweet neighbor, Jamie has been

SLEEPING IN HIS BASSINET!!

It's not perfect yet--he was still fussy some last night--but before, he just wouldn't do it. And, it must be admitted, we weren't trying very hard to get him to, because it was easier to just give him what he wanted.

So, maybe now I'll at least usually get to go to bed in my own bed (not the LaZBoy, nice as it is--I HATE not sleeping flat, and it's not safe for Jamie), at the same time as my husband, instead of being separated all the time, taking shifts! That is seriously the pits.

So, one more hurdle is hopefully behind us. Each one is encouraging.

May I offer a bit of advice to new-moms-to-be? I just figured this out: since my mom and then my dad and brother were around so much and, understandably, wanted to spend as much time with Jamie as possible before they left, I kind of got the fuzzy end of the lollipop. (Name that movie.) I would feed him, and it would hurt like the devil. Then I'd change him, hand him off to someone to be burped and lulled to sleep, and go try to sleep more or shower or whatever. It didn't help my postpartum blues to not spend enough special time with my baby; I think he became a bit of a monster in my mind, just wanting to feed off me, which was usually difficult and almost always pretty painful. (Unfortunately, I've had to go to pumping, which sucks, but I'm not living in fear of feedings, or glued to the heating pad anymore.) I'm not sure if that makes sense, but my advice is, don't hand him off too much; take advantage of help and extra sleep, but be sure you get your nice mommy time in, too.

Wondering how I'm back to my verbose self again, with the baby supposedly keeping me so busy? I fed him in the computer room to let Jason sleep more and treated myself to finally reading about baby Chloe, and Jamie is sleeping on my chest like a handsome little angel, so I have both hands free to type and not much desire to move. :)

I'll get a picture of him sleeping in the bassinet and add it to this post when I get a chance. Count your many blessings, be they great or small!!