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Aug. 29th, 2005 07:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaWell, that was a growth experience.
I got Alex to sleep around 7:30 and put her down in the crib. She slept beautifully while I cooked and ate dinner and watched TV with Michael and uploaded more pictures of our Colorado vacation. At 10:45 I went up to bed, and before I'd been upstairs five minutes Alex started to stir. She woke up, I gave her a bottle, she fell asleep in my lap, I put her back in the crib. She did need a couple extra minutes of me standing over the crib patting her and making soothing sounds, but then she settled and everything was just fine.
At 1:30 she woke up again. Not hungry, just unhappy. I got her soothed and back down by 2. At 2:30, same thing, except that as 3:00 wore on her crying escalated to the point that I decided she was hungry and gave her another bottle. She sucked it down, fell asleep on my lap, I put her back in the crib, and she was wide awake and writhing. Hard crying. Refusal to fall asleep in my arms. I tried lying down on the futon couch with her, but the angle was too steep and she cried some more. We rocked and rocked. At 4:30, she was finally soundly asleep enough that I lay her down in her crib. Then I lay down on the couch myself, tense, and waited. I must have drifted off a little bit, because there were some dream fragments. But mostly I was rigid on the couch waiting for Alex to wake up and cry.
She obliged at 5:00. Without further ado, I scooped her up, carried her down to our bedroom, and crawled in bed with Michael. "We just need some sleep," I explained to him. I discovered later (when Michael returned them to me) that I'd been so tired I left my glasses behind. That's just not something that happens. But Alex and I slept peacefully side-by-side in the big bed until 7:20. The end.
Boy, am I looking forward to tonight.
I got Alex to sleep around 7:30 and put her down in the crib. She slept beautifully while I cooked and ate dinner and watched TV with Michael and uploaded more pictures of our Colorado vacation. At 10:45 I went up to bed, and before I'd been upstairs five minutes Alex started to stir. She woke up, I gave her a bottle, she fell asleep in my lap, I put her back in the crib. She did need a couple extra minutes of me standing over the crib patting her and making soothing sounds, but then she settled and everything was just fine.
At 1:30 she woke up again. Not hungry, just unhappy. I got her soothed and back down by 2. At 2:30, same thing, except that as 3:00 wore on her crying escalated to the point that I decided she was hungry and gave her another bottle. She sucked it down, fell asleep on my lap, I put her back in the crib, and she was wide awake and writhing. Hard crying. Refusal to fall asleep in my arms. I tried lying down on the futon couch with her, but the angle was too steep and she cried some more. We rocked and rocked. At 4:30, she was finally soundly asleep enough that I lay her down in her crib. Then I lay down on the couch myself, tense, and waited. I must have drifted off a little bit, because there were some dream fragments. But mostly I was rigid on the couch waiting for Alex to wake up and cry.
She obliged at 5:00. Without further ado, I scooped her up, carried her down to our bedroom, and crawled in bed with Michael. "We just need some sleep," I explained to him. I discovered later (when Michael returned them to me) that I'd been so tired I left my glasses behind. That's just not something that happens. But Alex and I slept peacefully side-by-side in the big bed until 7:20. The end.
Boy, am I looking forward to tonight.
