But I wasn't prepared for the sense of loss I felt last night. For maybe one of the first nights ever, I did not rock Henry. Not once. We did nurse, but only once at 5:00 am. But at that point, Henry didn't even seem that interested, and it was more to relieve my physical pain than anything (side-note: 10 hours without nursing...ouch).
Well, I missed that rocking, cuddling, and nursing. Really, really missed it. Like, lay awake while Henry is sleeping thinking about how much I want to rock and nurse him, missed it.
Can anyone tell me whats going on here? I asked for this. Why on earth can't I just take the sleep and be happy? Why can't my baby stay a baby forever? I hate this growing up stuff. We need another baby around here.
And for those of you who are wondering how yesterday went...It actually went much better than expected. He screamed through his first nap. Napped on his own for the second. He was up screaming twice (1:50 of awake time) and took 45 min to fall asleep - while screaming. Oh and add some barfing in there; since screaming wasn't enough, Henry added some vomit too.