Evan is pretty much converted to baby formula now in preperation for Kerry and I going away for a week at the end of March . This means I’m getting to do my fair share of the feeding these days, which has been very good for our bonding.
I have a theory however that the baby milk manufactures must include a powerful sedative in their formula. This narcoleptic somehow floats in a thin layer at exact centre of the bottle, and as soon as Evan hits it he falls suddenly unconscious.
Once he has reached this state he will cheerfully sleep through dogs barking, workmen drilling, and the loudest sound known to man - his sister in a good mood. You can sit him up, turn him over, and even swing him around your head by his leg and he will still keep on peacefully dozing.
There is only one thing guaranteed to raise him. If, for any reason, you attempt to put him down (perhaps needing to go to the toilet or even have the notion that you’d like to recover the feeling in your left arm) he will instantly and irrevocably wake up. He will then demand to be kept constantly entertained for the next three hours.
It’s all part of life’s rich pageant.
Did you know Calpol is a vitamin? and it can be fed intravenously? *grin*
It’s your body heat,once you lay him down he no longer feels the warmth,try a heating pad under his sheeets.
what about strapping him to Amy’s back? it will have the added benefit of tiring her!