Milk Coma

One of the things I've gleaned after just a few short weeks of fatherhood is this: the sooner you decipher your baby's various noises and mannerisms, the better off everyone will be.

On that note, I have learned that, for Wesley, there is a point of optimal milk intake. As this point is reached, Wesley's eyes begin to close, his arms suddenly become much less active, and he begins to groan as you or I might after taking one bite too many at the dinner table ("uhhhhhhhhhh"). I like to call this phenomenon the "milk coma."

Make no mistake, this is a good thing.

When Wesley enters his milk coma, the end of the feeding session is in sight. You can almost feel that pillow under your head. It's just a matter of time before he's rendered incapable of fussiness for at least another three hours.

I am convinced that there are other such "optimal" times (for instance, the optimal time to change the diaper, so to avoid the post-change poop). Rest assured, we have people working around the clock on these items. For the time being, it's nice to know that it *is* possible to satisfy Wesley's hunger at 3 in the morning, if only temporarily.