First off, you're not so good at the math yet, but someday you will be (hopefully) and I don't want you getting up in my grill about how this was written when you were five weeks and two days old. YOU try simultaneously forming a coherent thought AND typing (quite likely one-handed) while an infant is either eating off of you or asleep on you (as that's the only time you're really at the computer). Not so simple. But, I took notes on what happened in week four, so even though the update is late it is still accurate.
This week you became beholden for life to two people. Dr. Harvey Karp and the student teacher who mentored under your father a few years ago.
Dr. Harvey Karp for teaching us the magic swaddle (as it's come to be known in this house), which has given you the gift of sleep. Because as much as you dislike being confined by a swaddle, it's the only way you've been able to get any sleep while not being held by someone. You've been a big fan of your arms from day one, and you like to flail yourself awake with them as much as possible. And although you generally work your way out of the swaddle - sometimes more quickly than others - it calms you just enough that you can sleep in your bassinet. Sweet, sweet sleep.
Your father's former student teacher was an important part of this whole process as well. Because we first decided to try the magic swaddle in the middle of one night, when nothing was working to get you to sleep in your bassinet and your mama REALLY. NEEDED. SLEEP. The student teacher is a mama herself, and when she learned you were on your way into the world she gifted us with swaddling blankets. When she gifted us with the blankets I believe she said something to the effect of "receiving blankets don't work at all for swaddling, you're going to need these." AND SHE WAS RIGHT.
So now you can sleep with at least some regularity during the nighttime hours, and that is the most exciting thing ever.