My husband

My husband is a great Dad. Really he is. He gets up with the baby during the night so I can get extra sleep, he washes bottles, helps me with bath time, the whole nine yards. My husband does not however want to participate in anything that might a) make the baby upset (he doesn't want Reese to have a negative association with Daddy) or b) be a little gross. What this means for me is that if I am home I change dirty diapers, I clean up spit-up, and I have to use the nasal aspirator (which I'm still having a hard time with).

Case in point, last night Reese was still struggling to go the bathroom. My little man grunted and grunted for twenty minutes and had very little to show for it in his diaper. So after a quick call to Nonna, we decided it was indeed time for a glycerin suppository. Not pleasant, I know. Lofton and both have terrible memories of them from childhood (as does Aunt Cassie), but it was necessary.

As I walked down the hall towards the nursery I called over my shoulder for help. Lofton reluctantly followed. Helpful behavior would have been distracting Reese as I tried to painlessly (yeah right) stick the suppository in the first time. * Side note- I thought I could lift his legs (as if I were cleaning him after a diaper change) and stick the thing in. It didn't work. Helpful also would have been holding Reese down (gently, this is terrible I know) as I put him on his belly so I could insert the suppository the other way. My helpful husband was participating in none of this!

Anyhow, the medicine was a success.

And on a brighter note, Reese slept from 9:00 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. without a feeding last night. And after his late-night-snack he went back to sleep until 6:00 a.m.. He only woke up then because he lost the (damn) pacifier. He didn't eat again until 7:00.

I'll post later about my love/hate relationship with the pacifier.