Tummy time equals ten minutes of screaming, flailing, and sweating up a storm while mom innocently tries to encourage, distract, and comfort the little tortured one. Three times a day.Sometimes Ollie finds his fist amidst the furious flailing of body parts and sucks on it to calm him down. Then he remembers that he is face down, on his tummy... which is apparently the worst position to be in in the whole entire world. Then he starts screaming again.
Just call me a baby torturer...On the plus side, Oliver takes naps! In his crib!! Usually they are just 45 minutes long... but hey that is 45 minutes in which I can do such important tasks as:
1) pee
2) eat
3) drink something
4) clean?
5) take a power nap (?!?)
6) do five sit-ups
7) think about how wonderful it will be to have my old wardrobe back someday
8) stare blankly at a wall
9) search the internet for tips on how to get Oliver to sleep through the night...
10) write on the blog!
And seriously if you have any advice that will help my nights to go from waking up at 12, 2, 4, and 6 (when Oliver is ready to start the day!)... to something that involves more sleep for both of us, please comment away!
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