Whoa Baby! This is tough.

Alrighty! I'm just gonna sum up the days at home since we left the hospital. I won't go into such lengthy detail.

We started out having a lot of trouble getting Jackson to sleep for more than a few minutes. We were under the impression that you feed the baby and he'll sleep for 1 1/2 to 2 hours. At which point he gets hungry again and doesn't hesitate to let you know it. A little baby's stomach only holds enough to keep him satisfied for roughly two hours. We hadn't seen anything close to two hours Thursday night or all day Friday or Friday night. There were a couple of exceptions but all involved Jackson sleeping on Betsy's chest. That was a hard way to spend about thirty-six hours.
So Saturday morning we called the pediatrician with our tale of woe. Being that she is awesome, she agreed to see us on a Saturday. So the doctor looked him over and weighed him. He was already within one hundredth of an ounce of his birth weight (baby's lose about 10-12% of their weight in the first couple of days). So it was clear that he was not starving. So why wasn't he sleeping? you ask. The doctor decided that he wasn't getting enough milk per feed. His belly was only full enough to last him a scant few minutes. Nearly constant feeding was getting him enough nourishment but not enough at once to get us a break.
So with some instruction from the doctor we got a little more milk in him and he slept. For about two hours. An hour of that sleeping was spent in the car on the way home and during our stop at Publix for supplies, but we managed to get another hour out of him while at home. Then we fed him (listen to me. "we") and he slept in the bassinet for nearly two more hours. Full victory, right? Wrong!
That was the last good sleep we saw until this afternoon. Last night was a nightmare no sleep for anyone. No consoling this kid. He wanted to eat and not sleep. We tried everything and nothing was working. We were both at our wits end. We had no idea what we were doing. Eventually around 5am Betsy and Jackson finally fell asleep together after a feed. A couple hours later they did the same thing fed and slept on the couch. That's no way to get quality sleep. With a tiny brand new baby in your arms. I was trying to get sleep in the bed while all this was going on but I was waking up about every forty-five minutes to check on mother and child. Rough. Way rough.
This morning was shaping up to be more of the same. In a panic we called the pediatrician's service and was told she would be contacted for us. So we loaded the family into the car and took a drive. He had been very relaxed in the car seat twice before so we figured; "couldn't hurt". It worked. He slept for about an hour in the car while I drove around aimlessly. Again we got about another hour out of him when we got home. Things are looking up. So after Betsy and Jackson both slept that hour, it was time to eat again. Afterwards he slept again. He even slept for about an hour in the bassinette (or is it bassinet). After that hour he started getting fussy and crying but a fresh diaper which was instantly soiled. Twice. seemed to soothe him. He went to sleep in my arms and stayed asleep. With the bassinet time and the time in my arms combined, he and Betsy both got a little over 2 hours solid sleep. I think we are starting to make this thing work (knock wood.).