I live with the Baby Whisperer

When Noah was an infant he struggled with reflux. In order to make him feel better (among other things), he slept in his car seat most of the time because it allowed him to sleep upright.

For the first three weeks of their lives, Hannah (a.k.a. Hannah-belle or Hannah-Boo) and Abbie (a.k.a. Abber-doodle) have been pretty good sleepers. We swaddled them in the blankets we swiped from the hospital (those crappy stripped blankets are awesome!) and put them down. Well, in the last week they've figured out how to break out of the swaddle so we've started using the SwaddleMe Adjustable blankets. They were working, but in the meantime we determined that Abbie also has reflux and when she fusses Hannah will sometime join her. It's made for some less than pleasant nights.

So Dan, in his infinate wisdom, says, "Why don't we put them in the carseats." Talk about an epiphany.

For the last two nights the girls have eaten around 8-9pm, again around 12:30 a.m. and then not again until 5-5:30 a.m. This may not seem like a big deal but it's HUGE for Dan and I. Midnight'ish until early morning is a nice chunk of sleep. In fact, Abbie slept from 12:30 a.m. until 8:15 a.m. this morning. I even tried to wake her to eat with her sister around 6am and she would not budge.Dan wants me to refer to him from now on as the "Baby Whisperer."

Hannah-Belle

Abber-Doodle

My peas in their pods.