Quinn The Intrepid

We had a busy day yesterday - first car trip, to the doctor (routine visit) and for groceries, and then another car trip to the community centre for some breastfeeding advice, all in a major snowstorm. The community centre was busy and only one lactation consultant made it in so it ended up being an almost 4 hour excursion. He was encased in his snowsuit, strapped into his carseat, poked and prodded by the doctor, and breastfed in a grocery store and in a room of other wailing infants. I thought all the ingredients were present to overstimulate Quinn into a meltdown. But he was good as gold. In fact, I'd say he didn't cry more than 10 minutes the entire day, which is by far our best day yet in that regard. Maybe he likes the adventure. Son of his mother.

Bec's been serving yeoman service, but at the expense of her own sleep. We decided to focus our efforts on getting her some sleep. She got an hour early, and then after a feed Quinn slept on my chest for 4 solid hours while his mom got some much needed sleep! Four solid hours! OK, *I* was hungry and almost peed my pants - I don't know how he went that long. And Bec got another 1 + 3 further hours of sleep, for a grand total of 9 hours! Luxury! She's in much better spirits today. Quinn appears to be a big sleeper. Son of his father. Yet again I love our complementary natures.