Day 3: His first Dry diaper day and “upset” redefined
I welcome his first dry diaper wake up day! No drama last night other than the usual 1-2 wake ups and the move to the bed. I wake him up at 7 am. He’s not fully done with sleep, but it is school day.
After school he is ready to have his milk and lets it be known. With great difficultly I put him in the car seat and buckle him up. He’s in his element now: starts yelling and keeps at it all the way home. That’s approximately 20 mins. He’s furiously banging his head to the car set back. Once that’s done he’s going side to side with hands flying. I am thinking I should have tightened his seat belt more.
He hits his hand to the car door hard. Yelps in pain and the decibel level of the crying goes up a notch. He decides to give the hand a rest and starts shaking his head rather strongly from side to side and around the axis of his neck. This is getting worrisome; I am having a hard time focussing on the driving. At the red light, I stop and look back at him. There’s snot all over his face! The vigorous head shaking and banging seems to have done a “neti” cleanse on him.
I am glad to get back home. I park the car, take a stabilizing breadth, and gladly hand over Mr. Mad to Lourdes with a sigh of relief. It takes me another hour to recover from the drive.
Thankfully the transition to bed later in the night is uneventful. He’s enjoying the zoo book!
Day 4: Chotu has a toddler bed now
The early morning drill of his coming to the bed continues. It’s a mystery why he gets up every 2-3 hours. I am not comfortable with him getting upset while he’s in the crib, as he might decide to jump over, but this time in anger, and hurt himself, so am happy to get him to the bed.
Problem though is that he’s getting big and strong now. I put him in the bed vertically, and in minutes he’s become horizontal with his legs digging and periodically jabbing into my mid section. He’s peacefully snoring, unaware that dear Daddy too needs to get his sleep. In the afternoon, I convert his crib into a toddler bed. My efficiency surprises me 🙂
Now even if he’s angry and decides to get off the crib, the fall is less than 1 feet (compared to around 4)
Day 5: Tables have turned
Today he wakes up at 3am and walks me to the mattress kept at the corner of the room on the floor. He wants to sleep on that now – the main bed doesn’t seem to be of much interest. We hang out together for 15 mins or so till he falls asleep, I put him into his crib, and wearily get onto my bed to get some sleep. Shouldn’t have watched that stupid movie till 2am!
6:30am Vivu, after a restful sleep with no demands made for milk, wakes up and comes to my bed, picks up the zoo book lying by the side of the bed and asks me to read it! That’s the last thing I want to do. I am hoping he goes back to sleep for at least an hour more. So I offer him 4oz of water, that I have hidden by the bed to be used in case of an emergency, in the hope that it will lull him to sleep.
He glugs down the water, remains wide awake, and pushes the book to me. I am not going to get much sleep today. Tables have indeed turned..
Dinner: while I cook, he’s gives me company by lying flat on the floor right next to my feet.
I have to constantly walk over him (which for some strange reason I am loving! – being a dad is turning out to be a happy surprise a minute).
He has taken a delight in taking a bite, turning his face to the side of the high chair, and spitting it on the floor. Not seen that before – which makes me wonder if it’s my food or if this is a phase he’s going through. A stern reprimand evokes a delightful bust of laughter. This cycle continues with subsequent tries.
I am wondering what to do now and find myself getting irritated. I put the spoon down and sternly look at him. He coos, picks up the spoon, digs into the food, and start gobbling the pasta and salmon down! I am taken aback, but I quickly recover, and start helping him put the food in the spoon. In short order, the plate is empty.
Looks like he’s ready to start eating by himself.
It’s time to sleep and I tell him that we will read the zoo book. He squeals with delight and heads to the bedroom. He forgotten about his “dudu”. After a good conversation with the animals, he’s off to dreamland.