It is 1:23 am. Baby Merlin's Magic Sleep Suit is in the wash, and the situation with the dryer is an advice request that will have to wait until half a dozen or more people know this is here. It works, mostly. But it also causes big laundry back ups.
Earlier, we tried a swaddle for a nap. The Swaddle Me seemed like a safe choice because when she busts out of it, it's just wrapped around her waist. Except, baby somehow got herself rotated so her head was hitting the crib slats instead of just freeing herself. So, no swaddle for us.
Obviously, a second sleep suit is in order.
I've often heard that babies practice what they're learning in their sleeps. In no particular order, things she wants to do/was doing instead of sleeping, once she was given a chance to sleep while not wearing a more-or-less snowsuit:
- Foot exploration and discovery
- Raspberry blowing
- Hand chewing - on Friday she bit my chin so hard there was a mark. I hope she's getting somewhere with these teeth
- Babbling with her mouth full of hands
- Rolling back to front
- And yesterday she also had her first taste of solid food
We tried co-sleeping, but that just added kicking me in the stomach to her list.
After much bouncing, rocking, nursing, etc., none of which ended in a baby who stayed asleep in the crib for more than three minutes, we've ended up here. In the rocking chair blogging in the middle of the night (although before last call on a Saturday night, so I might be overstating things a little.)
I'm hoping she will go super limp sound asleep soon. If not, I strapped on a baby wrap before I sat down so at least I don't have to wonder how long my arms will last. I know rocking a healthy, happy baby in the middle of the night is fleeting and to be cherished and all, but I really think I would rather be asleep.
(Picture not from that particular instance.)