The sleep arms race

We all had a good sleep Sunday night. Bec & Quinn had a utopian day on Monday - a walk in the stroller to the neighbourhood market on a sunny day, followed by a nap on the return home. A bad sleep all around Monday night was followed by a Tuesday where Bec was ready to mark him up and sell him off. Go figure - There seems to be a direct correlation between good sleeps and good next days.

It's like a sort of sleep arms race - as we develop countermeasures to try to get some sleep, he changes his behaviour. After a few days where Bec was able to get some prolonged sleep in the early evening, now he wails through much of that time, which has been quite wearing on dad. After sleeping happily in the bassinet for several nights, now he won't seem to stay settled there. In the early going he would only sleep on Bec or I but now sometimes he seems to rather being put down. It's a constant head-scratcher. I guess in another month we can start some sleep behaviour conditioning but much of what we read states that before two months old is too early for that sort of stuff.

It's hard to believe that tomorrow he's one month old. The time has flown by. In a way, Bec wants him to stay this size forever. There are upsides and downsides to each stage I suppose. I must say I'm enjoying this early stage much more than I thought, although more sleep predictability would be nice. I've managed to be mostly functional through three days of work this week but it's a bit of a struggle. We've managed to get Bec a little more sleep but that's still a struggle too. We're going to try a different scheme tonight to try to counter the evening wailing of the past few nights.

I wonder if the wailing is just from growing. He seems longer - we measured him at 22" tonight, which is up 1.5" from birth; and also heavier - he checked in at 10lbs 13oz at this morning's midwife appointment. It's gotta hurt a body to grow that much.