Just a little slice of crazy for you today:
I use two pillows at night. One under my head, and a hugging pillow. So EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, I think my hugging pillow is my baby.
It freaks me out, yo.
One minute, I am holding my baby, she is breathing and a real little baby...then gradually she turns into a pillow. Is she under the pillow? No. IS SHE IN THE PILLOW? CAN SHE BREATHE?
Oh, wait. She's in the pack and play like she is every night. She's fine. Ok. Back to sleep.
This seriously happens every night, and we are 3.5 months in! Hahahahah. My poor husband. I very often wake him up to confirm where the baby is. Sometimes I figure it out on my own, because, like, duh, I do this every night. But still at least every few days I wake him to confirm her whereabouts, because she seemed particularly real before turning into a pillow.
Our brief experiment with co-sleeping probably started all this lunacy, mayhaps. But I am a known crazy sleeper - somehow dreams take a little longer to fade than they should. But never before in my life have I done the exact same thing night after night.
(To be clear, we've settled in with her sleeping in a pack and play [top shelf] on DH's side - this seems to work best for us - and travelling is easy, we take her bed with us, no transition! The doctor now seems to recommend sleeping in the same room for 6 months, and this works very well for all of us so far. For night feeding DH just has to hand her over when she starts to fuss, before she actually has to cry. And she's calmed down from her infant grunting stage, so she's not very loud, so we all get a decent sleep, generally.)
Well, this was your insaneagram for today. :)