Garrett is clearly smarter than us. GWE and I have a combined three college degrees, years and years of business experience, and a lot of common sense. However, our Butterball of a baby has managed to outwit the both of us…again.
At the beginning of the year, we got Garrett to sleep through the night. He would go down around 8:00pm and wouldn’t rise again until 6:30pm. For two adults who hadn’t slept for more than 4 hours at a time, this was heaven.
A few weeks ago, he began crying in the middle of the night again. It would range anywhere from 2:30am to 4:30am. Once again, GWE and I found ourselves taking “shifts” with Garrett. The on-call parent was in change of hearing him, waking up, racing into the kitchen, making a 6oz bottle of formula in the dark with both eyes closed, racing back to Garrett’s room, changing his diaper, feeding him, putting him back to bed, and then hopefully…..HOPEFULLY, getting a few more hours of sleep.
After awhile, I started to notice that Garrett was looking a little “pudgy.” All babies are “pudgy” – a lot goes into them and they don’t move that much. But, Garrett’s rolls of fat were starting to gather their own rolls of fat. He was starting to resemble the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man from “Ghostbusters.”
It wasn’t until GWE took the baby in for a checkup that the doctor began asking questions about Garrett’s routine. Once she told him that Garrett was crying in the middle of the night and needed a bottle, the doctor put the brakes on that very quickly. “He shouldn’t need another bottle,” said the doctor. “Let him cry it out. Ferberize him!”
It turns out – my fat baby was conning us for more milk. Some people sleep-walk to the refrigerator. Our baby got us to do the walking for him! Cunning little blob monster!!