So I want to do everything I can to help out. So the other night we decided that I would do Owen’s first nighttime feeding (around midnight). That way Kate could go to sleep around 9 (after we watched “Glee”) and could sleep until hopefully 4am. That would be the longest stretch of sleep that she’d gotten since Owen was born. I’ve been going to bed around 11pm recently (and having a harder than normal time falling to sleep) so I decided that I’d just stay up and wait for Owen to get up.
We had decided it was best to not wake him up, and I heard him make his first peep around 12:10. So I scrambled to let Schnitzel out one last time before bed, and get Owen’s bottle prepped before he started crying. I did all that, and then heard nothing. For a while. I figured at any minute he’d get up again, but after going upstairs and brushing my teeth, I ended up sitting on the floor outside the nursery for 35 minutes (playing the highly addictive “Doodle Jump” on my iPhone), waiting for Owen to actually wake up. Finally a little after 1am he got up. I definitely should have gone to bed earlier and gotten a couple hours of sleep, I realized.
Feeding him from a bottle is remarkably fine, although I find he coughs a fair amount and I have to burp him more often than Kate does while breastfeeding. He ate like a champ and then went to sleep quite easily. Unfortunately during this time I heard Kate get up and go to the bathroom and she was still awake when I got into bed. So much for her getting a longer stretch of sleep.
The next morning Kate said that since she didn’t get up to pump while I fed Owen (in an effort to get more sleep), her boobs were killing by the time she finally fed him around 4am. She decided that me doing the nighttime feedings, at this point at least, is not really that helpful.
So I tried. But at least I am off the hook for nighttime duty for now. I don’t mind that (but don’t tell Kate I said that.)