I dreamt the other night that Sebastien was the grandson of Darth Vadar. Strange enough right there, as I am not a fan of Star Wars, but it gets weirder.  I realize that I cannot leave Mihai and Sebastien alone because then Vadar has power to sense my child and could do bad things. So what do I do? I leave the room. When I come back there is Mihai and my baby. Only I realize that my child has been taken and switched with a devil. I know this because the devil doesn't need to eat (which in my sleep deprieved world would make him angelic).  A few seconds later I awaken to Sebastien making noises indicating that he is ready to eat at the ungodly hour of three in the morning, little devil!

What makes matters worse, is that when I returned to bed forty lonely cold minutes later, there is No Room For the Mother of Mihai's Child.  Mihai is slap bang in the middle of the bed, with the sheets tucked snugly around him, and to add insult to injury, my pillows beneath his slumbering head!  A head that wasn't slumbering so soundly a few seconds later! :)

I understand the advantage of having a Whale of a Baby is that they sleep longer through the night. And that might be the case, if I had something to compare it to. But right now he sleeps (will go between start of feedings) one four hour segment. Which means the most solid sleep I get is just over three hours.  He has to be close to twelve pounds, and I hear at 12 is the magic number in which the liver Can store enough glycogen to make it through the night. I will keep you posted as to if this is our magic number.