Last week (starting at 2 AM on Sunday when I came home after working over 12 hours in a very chilly machine room; even The Big Guy was standing behind the server rack to warm up), Karston woke up to fuss for two hours in the middle of the night ... every night! On the fourth night in a row, desperate to try anything, we decided to put him in his high chair and feed him a regular meal. And he really put away the food! So although Daddy has trouble falling asleep again, we've been feeding Karston in the middle of the night for the past five nights since then. Daddy's getting wiped out (I haven't slept through the night, or even close to it, since the third trimester). Last night, Daddy said Karston had to make it obvious and rolled over to fall back to sleep (I heard him snore; he wasn't faking). So when Karston squirmed too much and I knew he was hungry, we got up. Karston nursed for quite a while with his super suction. He wouldn't fall asleep again when we got back in bed. Finally he crawled out of my arms, sat up to look right at his father, and said Da Da! Seriously, he leaned over and was very emphatic about Da Da! Daddy got the message (it's hard to miss when it's your child right in your face with a strong declarative Da Da!), and Karston put away a full meal in his high chair again.
On the third night of feeding him meals in the middle of the night, Karston did not cuddle much with me. Each time he climbed away from me, and on top of Daddy. He prefers to touch the person who feeds him at night! I thought I was the designated night-time snuggler, even when he's been Daddy's Boy during the day, but he was really snuggling with me for other reasons.
We're still laughing about Karston getting right in his father's face and telling him, Da Da! I'm hungry, you fix it!
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