This week, the third since birth, was tough. We thought it was becoming more predictable - feeding, changing the nappy, a bit of cuddling, and then sleep. Sure, we won't getting loads of sleep, but we got some. Siyuan changed the script four days this week, deciding he didn't need to sleep and that he couldn't be comforted no matter what. There were afternoons when we tried everything - cuddling, feeding, changing nappy, singing to him, rocking him in the pram, taking off his pants, giving him a bit of water - nothing really worked. We reckon it was the heat. It just got unbearably hot.
A bath at the end of the day, followed by a feed, gave us a bit of peace on two days. I reckon it was also because Siyuan was tired after a whole afternoon. He does need what, 16-20 hours of sleep daily anyway. We were both a bit nuts by Thursday, and wanted to get out of the house. So, when he finally fell asleep at 6 p.m., we dressed and rushed down a classic Chinese restaurant behind our apartment (contrary to expectations and boasts of been the food city of the country, there's not many places serving good Chinese food in Melbourne).
Double-boiled chicken soup with dumplings and vegetables was heavenly. Except we kept sneaking looks at the pram everytime Siyuan made a noise. Still, it was just great to get out for a quick walk, and some good food.
Weather forecasts of 39 degrees for at least 2 days this coming week. Oh man.
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