So, it’s 4pm on Saturday, what are you doing? Me? Oh, nothing much. Just listening to my baby grunt. Although pretty soon her grunts may turn into an all out scream fest. You see, grunty baby needs to take a nap and over the last 9 weeks of her life I have noticed a pattern, grunty baby falls asleep right around 4 pm.
So we’re trying something a little different today. I fed her, I changed her, I burped her, I told her the story about the hickey on my neck (one I won’t be sharing with you) and I placed her in her bed. What she doesn’t know is that I’m 15 feet away listening to her exhausted chorus of grunts, squeaks, cries and babbles.
Baby is tired.
I feel like we’re sort of settling into a pattern, I don’t really want to call it a schedule because that little baby over there is the one deciding when everything is allowed to happen according to her little baby will. But it seems as though certain things are happening at the same time each day.
Bone dead sobbing tired? 4pm.
What I’m hoping is that the noises that are coming from her bed will slow down into sleepy little snores, not turn into a shouting match of Vivi vs. The Nap.
I know there are some people (my husband) who cannot let a baby cry. He will rock her until she is fast asleep and then practically ice skate across the carpet and set her in her crib a millimeter at a time so as not to wake her. And if she falls asleep on him while he’s sitting on the couch? Forget it. He’s not going anywhere. I’m pretty sure he’d pee in a bottle before putting a sleeping Vivi down.
I however require both arms at certain points during the day and some things can’t be done while wearing a baby (although I am sure there are those who will happily disagree with me as they perform light engine work while wearing their baby.) So at some point Vivi is going to need to learn to fall asleep on her own in somewhere other than my arms. (Even though the truth is I’d happily hold a sleeping baby all day everyday.)
Buuut, today is not that day. What can I say? She’s really cute, my will is weak and I love holding a tiny sleeping baby. I’m sure she’ll learn to fall asleep on her own by college.