Thursday night Brandon had his first fussy night at around 3 AM. He was in his crib kicking his blanket and throwing his arms around. I couldn't figure out what he wanted. I thought that he wanted to be tucked in better because that quieted him briefly. He looked to be happy, when he just spit up. I got scared, jumped out of bed and picked him up, thinking he might choke. But as he brought him upright, he let out a nice loud belch, gave a look like he reached baby nirvana, closed his eyes and become a lump in my arms. And he had a long gas free slumber afterwards.
Brandon has also been fussy about the hospital crib that we have. If we put him down to sleep, he just fidgets until he starts crying. We think he doesn't like the size. We originally let him fall asleep on our stomaches because he loves that but it makes sleeping for us difficult. So we just let him lie on his back on our bed and he seems to love that. He spreads his arms and legs and falls into a nice deep sleep. We can then pick him up and put him in the crib. I guess these are the little idiosyncracies that will make the difference at the next 3 AM fuss-fest.
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