Poor thing paced and tossed and played and talked and rolled in bed for more than two hours after we put her down.
Now, of course, Daddy and I went through all the tried-and-true motions of retrieving pacis, re-applying teething gel, and even hauling her out for a brief hiatus of Sofia watching--any or all of which, always does the trick. But tonight, nothin' helped.
So finally, as we were approaching the two and a half hour mark, Mama wised up and thought, "hmmm, maybe I should go in and rock her."
Now, I know what you're thinking: duh, you idiot. WHY HAND'T YOU TRIED THAT BEFORE? And my answer would be: my beloved and insanely active kiddo hasn't responded to rocking or any kind of immobilizing soothing for months and months and months (and even as an infant, the process was quite challenging). In fact, any prior attempts (for a long, long, time now) have resulted in a complete and utter counterproductive disaster. So the thought doesn't even cross my mind anymore.
But I think we're entering the dawn of a new, unpredictable era, peeps. As evidenced by the following:
1. Chica hasn't taken two naps in one day for a loooooooong time now (sigh). So she doesn't get much daytime rest.
2. Chica is (as previously stated) INSANELY ACTIVE, even in her crib.
3. Chica is going through another difficult round of teething in an attempt to cut Tooth #13, Tooth #14 and Tooth #15 ('cause she's an overachiever like that).
So...all of the above might be creating some new vortex of non-sleeping that can only be halted by a little assistance from some loving arms and a little soothing motion.
AND I WILL GLADLY OBLIGE. Because tonight was heaven.
When I finally rescued her from the crib and settled her into my arms, she didn't utter a peep, and she didn't flip her excited switch that usually gets triggered anytime I enter the room. Instead, she sighed, burrowed in, and looked up at me like, "Oh thank goodness, Mama. You're here, and I can finally get some rest." She was out within minutes, and I literally shed a few tears of peace and joy.
And then--because my life is just so over-blessed these days--I was given more joy on top of joy when the baby in my belly started nudging against the one in my arms, and I thought: It just. doesn't. get. any. better. than. this.
Here's hoping poor Chica will get through this restless phase before long. But in the meantime, Mama's here to help.
:)
Now, of course, Daddy and I went through all the tried-and-true motions of retrieving pacis, re-applying teething gel, and even hauling her out for a brief hiatus of Sofia watching--any or all of which, always does the trick. But tonight, nothin' helped.
So finally, as we were approaching the two and a half hour mark, Mama wised up and thought, "hmmm, maybe I should go in and rock her."
Now, I know what you're thinking: duh, you idiot. WHY HAND'T YOU TRIED THAT BEFORE? And my answer would be: my beloved and insanely active kiddo hasn't responded to rocking or any kind of immobilizing soothing for months and months and months (and even as an infant, the process was quite challenging). In fact, any prior attempts (for a long, long, time now) have resulted in a complete and utter counterproductive disaster. So the thought doesn't even cross my mind anymore.
But I think we're entering the dawn of a new, unpredictable era, peeps. As evidenced by the following:
1. Chica hasn't taken two naps in one day for a loooooooong time now (sigh). So she doesn't get much daytime rest.
2. Chica is (as previously stated) INSANELY ACTIVE, even in her crib.
3. Chica is going through another difficult round of teething in an attempt to cut Tooth #13, Tooth #14 and Tooth #15 ('cause she's an overachiever like that).
So...all of the above might be creating some new vortex of non-sleeping that can only be halted by a little assistance from some loving arms and a little soothing motion.
AND I WILL GLADLY OBLIGE. Because tonight was heaven.
When I finally rescued her from the crib and settled her into my arms, she didn't utter a peep, and she didn't flip her excited switch that usually gets triggered anytime I enter the room. Instead, she sighed, burrowed in, and looked up at me like, "Oh thank goodness, Mama. You're here, and I can finally get some rest." She was out within minutes, and I literally shed a few tears of peace and joy.
And then--because my life is just so over-blessed these days--I was given more joy on top of joy when the baby in my belly started nudging against the one in my arms, and I thought: It just. doesn't. get. any. better. than. this.
Here's hoping poor Chica will get through this restless phase before long. But in the meantime, Mama's here to help.
:)
More about the weekend tomorrow.
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