What a day looks like

1:10 am Carl, on holding-Noah duty (he's a night owl anyway) wakes me up for a feed, after a diaper change (I went to bed at 11); feed is good but burping is really slow. Carl goes down for the night.
2:20 Noah is in light post-feed sleep when hiccoughs wake him up.
2:20 much walking aroung, back rubbing, singing
2:35 diaper change (still hiccoughing)
2:40 more walking until hiccoughs stop
2:50 feed on demand
3:30 Noah asleep; move to bedroom & bassinet in co-sleeper
4:00 Noah wakes up halfway with grunts (passing gas); I rub his tummy in the bassinet - miraculously he goes back to sleep. Me too; I wake up a bit later with my hand asleep and pull it back into my bed
5:15 Noah wakes up with hungry babble; I get up in time to avoid real crying - feed & diaper change
6:15 Noah is looking around; I wake Carl up (he asked!). We both remember it's garbage day so he takes the cans out and I play with Noah, who more or less falls asleep
7:00 I go back to bed
8:30 I wake up to Noah fussing while Carl changes his diaper pre-feed; I feed & Carl gets to work
9:40 feed ends; Noah has spent some of it looking while keeping mouth on breast, and vocalizing; he seems to like to learn this way
9:40 we try out the bouncy chair; Noah seems to do okay so I start to make some eggs with veggies (I don't like to hold him when using our gas oven 'cause of the open flame)
9:50 Noah's tolerance for the chair runs out so I put him in the playmat and buy more time for tea too
10:00 I sit down to eat & start up the laptop.
10:05 Noah's tolerance for solo time runs out & I pick him up
10:10 My eggs are cold but I've gotten used to it
10:12 Noah is rubbing at his face and tired but is too worked up to sleep, so I get up and glide around with him to music
10:30 Noah is just about asleep and I risk sitting down and rocking him
10:35 He's asleep so I have time to start this & Mags chats with San & pick at my eggs. Much egg falls to the floor. Carl decides he has to go into the office & goes.
11:30-ish His diaper leaked on me and him; my finding this out wakes him up. I change him & me & we have a feed. It's hard to get the gas up burping him; that bothers him; the feed stretches on & on.
12:50 He's asleep and I fill this in.
1:05 I decide to put him in his car seat to sleep
1:10 Success: I start to clean up the kitchen
1:20 Nope, he wakes up. Now I make my Big Mistake. Rather than just going with cuddling him, I now want to finish the kitchen. So I decide that he might like the sling again and put him in. He does not like it and squalls. I take him out and walk around with him. Just as he is relaxing, one of the cats appears, stuck with her belly through the handle of a plastic bag and very upset. I put Noah in his playmat in order to free the cat and wash my hands. Noah decides he has been abandoned to be raised by wolves, but this interferes with his plan to become a symphony conductor, so he shrieks and cries. This being an eon in babytime there is now no way he can handle anything but full contact with a feed, although I try walking around.
1:30 feed, diaper, more feed, the feed never ends. No way he is letting go of the boob. He will learn to conduct around me. I will have to go on tour. He will also be very fat.
2:40 no more feeding, but one wiiide awake baby. We play, him watching the mobile and me rubbing his belly. Another diaper change. I feel a bit overwhelmed.
2:55 I flee on a walk, thinking the motion will help Noah sleep
4:10 We get back, and he hasn't really slept much. Looked. Squawked if I didn't touch him now and then. But not much sleep.
4:15 Feed/diaper
4:45 He dozes; I chat on the phone & send one email
5:20 He wakes up, passing a poo with much fanfare (as I have failed to note but he has done already 4 times, usually while feeding); changing him I notice a red spot on his bottom and put him on a towel to see if he would be amenable to airing out, on the bed next to me
5:30 Nope, not amenable, although he does wet the towel. I liberally apply zinc cream (Desitin) and re diaper and cuddle
5:45 Noah decides he has been starved to death. At this point it may be true; poor boobs. We nurse again.
6:30 He sleeps. I move. He starts to wake up. I sit down again and read, trapped in the rocking chair
7:15 he wakes up ravenous. Feed.
7:45 he sleeps; 8:10 I dare move (to let Carl in; he's home at last) and here I am catching up. I may get dinner.
8:45 I got dinner and a lovely fruit/custard dessert too; now it's feed time.
10:00 After two clustered feeds I go to sleep
11:45 Time for another feed & here we go again!