At the end of the day

{sunset at the Kerr household}

We took JB to his first of many immunisation visits yesterday. It was traumatic to say the least. For me, that is. My beloved was a champion, holding JB whilst not one, but two needles went into either leg. JB had a cry and a sook, deservedly so; I would too (and did), but he was soon feeling better. I'd set aside the day to just cuddle and soothe him, if need be. Turns out, he was fine.

Today, however, is another matter entirely. The day started at 6.11am, and by 10.11am, JB finally managed to dose into a fitful sleep. And the rest of the day, as they say, was history. Many things were against us, so let me regale them to you:-

/ effect of one of the vaccine made his tummy hurt

// JB is now getting to big to be swaddled effectively (he does a Houdini act and breaks free of his swaddle before I get out of my REM sleep)

Actually, that's it. But let me tell you, that's enough. Never been one to go down without a fight, JB squirms and cries (like a lamb to slaughter) everytime before bed. Having a sore tummy made him extra cranky. Suddenly, the time it takes to put him to sleep takes 2 1/2 hours instead of just 1/2 hour. I had 4 1/2 hours sleep all day. Two lots of 2 hours and one 1/2 hr slot. I was a bit of a basketcase. Still, life goes on, no?

Another progression of JB's life; we finally got sick of constantly re-swaddling him, we went and got him a GroBag. I must say he looks sooo grown up in it. And slept with his arms flailing about for the first time too. One more step away from baby-dom. I felt a little sad, really. Yes, I am a little emotional today, I blame my lack of sleep.

He's moving into the cot this weekend. The conundrum now is whether to keep him sleeping in the same bedroom as us, or be brave and let him into his own room. Might sleep on that for another night.