Home Alone

Last night Peter’s Mom had an advanced breast feeding class to attend, and since Peter had a little bit of a sleepless day she asked if I could stay home and help him get some rest. Sure, I could do that. Within 10 minutes of her leaving he starts giving me the fidgeting sign of being hungry. I get him some formula since Mommy is away, and sit on the couch with him in my arms as he sucks away at the bottle. He only had about an ounce, but he gets noticeably more relaxed all the way to the point of falling asleep. Aaaawwww. Then I feel a moist, warm sensation right under his butt. Normally I would have just gotten up and changed him, except most of his clothes and “accessories” were currently in the wash. It also brought up another issue: he tends not to like being changed, and he was doing fine sleeping in my arms. I eventually put him in the bassinette and got the laundry from the dryer. Before I could come up Peter’s Mom called to check in. I called her back when I returned from the basement. She asked how things were going. “I fed Peter earlier and he’s asleep now. But he took a leak on me. I’m going to change him, but I don’t want to upset him.”

I eventually get him to the changing station (currently being put on our bed since he seems to like it so much) and get his diaper replaced. But when I start to take off the rest of his outfit to change it with a clean, dry one he starts getting fussy. Eventually he makes the motions of hunger in the midst of his fidgeting, so once he’s in a new outfit I plug his lips with the bottle once again. Down goes 2 more ounces of formula in a flash. He still has energy for a while, so I hold him until he nods off 20 minutes later. Now he’s out like a light so I could finish up the laundry. Mommy comes home not much later after that, and Peter & Daddy show her that she can go out on her own with the boys at home and things will be fine. Hooray!