On Friday night, we tested out a baby. We had a six-month old visitor for the night and I was reminded of the times when I had to vacuum the abyss of the shag rug, bring down the baby gate from the top of the stairs where we usually use it to keep half-asleep kids from getting cookies in the middle of the night and feed a small person until they were totally ‘milk drunk’ and passing out in your arms.
We rocked it. We brought him with us to dinner, I did bedtime for an infant and a toddler, and the girls were enamored the entire weekend.
Obviously, I came to the conclusion that we could easily have seventeen children and move to a farm, or a commune, wherever all of these people are that have seventeen children.
Until I had to get up at four in the morning.
Four. in. the. morning.
We’ve been blessed with a good sleeper as a second child so it’s been a long time since I’ve seen four in the morning. And our ‘test baby?’ he wasn’t even that difficult to get back to sleep, but the entire process of getting a bottle from the fridge, getting it warmed, feeding, burping, wrapping in blankets in getting back to sleep reminded me just how much I adored a full night’s sleep.
As unfriendly as four o’clock in the morning was, I was reminded by Jamie that it doesn’t really count. When it’s your own kid, it’s easier. You can wake up, stick a boob in it’s mouth, lay down and let the kid fall asleep in your bed.
Until it’s his turn or he loses at rock paper scissors. Then he’s going to have to be the one to get up, get out of bed, and warm bottles, using the Philips Avent bottle warmer (available at Toys R Us, Well.ca and Walmart). In four minutes, you can go from cool bottle to perfect temperature to soothe a middle of the night starving baby, without any hot spots, probably just enough time to unload or load the dishwasher while he’s downstairs anyway.