Trying not to be THAT mom and Davis sleeps in the crib

Davis and I went to our Great Beginnings class yesterday. The topic of the day was typical visual and hearing development. I'm having a really hard time not being 'THAT" mom, the one who is so proud of her kid she drives everyone else nuts. But it's hard, Davis sure seems special! Granted, all the development the instructor was talking about was for a typical child and I think she was stretching the timeline so no one would freak out if their kid wasn't doing that yet..but Davis sure seems ahead of the game! Hah, track objects with his eyes? He's been doing that since three weeks. Vocalizing new sounds? Since last week! Looking for where Mom's voice is coming from? Since he was an hour old (kidding on that one)! Ok, so I actually refrained from saying any of it. When the instructor asked if anybody's baby was making ooh or aah sounds and I saw no one else was going to say theirs was, I kept it to myself. But, internally I said yup! Since grandparents, aunts and uncles read this blog, I figure it's safe to brag here :)

The biggest breakthrough of the week is we've started putting Davis to sleep in his crib at night. I started to nurse and rock him to sleep and after he's been asleep for long enough I transfer him to the crib. The first night he slept for 45 minutes. Last night he slept for three hours! It's really nice since now John and I can go to bed after Davis and have some much needed time alone to talk (although John dominated last night's conversation talking about wanting to buy a new camera we can't afford). Everyone can dream. Perhaps tonight I'll put him back in the crib after he wakes up to eat instead of taking him to bed. I figure we better cut me off from midnight cuddles as well. I'm starting to get very sad about going back to work. One of the other topics of the class yesterday was about going back to work (all the moms talked about their plans to return, or not to, and what they had lined up to either cover daycare or to keep them occupied with their time at home). As soon as the topic came up I started to cry. Luckily, I had finished crying by the time they got to me, so I don't think anyone noticed. Poor Grammie is going to get a lot of phone calls from me when she's here watching Davis. I had a whole lot of people telling me that I was going to have a hard time going back to work, but like being pregnant and giving birth, you can never fully understand the emotions involved until it happens I guess. Counterbalancing the sadness of leaving Davis is my excitement to exercise my mind again and to have social interactions that don't involve talking about poop and breastfeeding. In fact, for the last 3 or 4 weeks I've been working during Davis' morning nap, but now I've finished the work I started and can't think of what else to do that fits well into that hour block of time. I'm sure I'll think of something, I'll try to refrain from driving my undergraduate researcher nuts at least.