failure
Well, around three o'clock this morning the experiment failed. She normally wakes up then, but I just stick the pacifier back in her mouth and she goes right out. Well, I guess she figured that since she wasn't wrapped that meant she should do her morning calisthenics. I laid there listening to her grunt and twitch, thrash and squeek until four, then I threw in the towel and fed her, wrapped her back up, and laid her down. Sad, those seventy six days I thought I had so recently reaquired, gone in one little night. She slept until eight, then woke again with violent protestations of the wrongs of the world. Oh well. Every time you think you are going to get a break, it gets taken away.
Wrapped up
I am trying an experiment. I wrapped my son into a papoose until he was almost a year and a half old. My daughter is just now four months old and (gasp) I didn't wrap her up before I laid her down tonight. This idea terrifies me. I have always felt that the only way I got sleep with my first child was because he felt so snuggly and comfortable being all wrapped up that if he woke up he instantly passed out again. I have discovered that this is not so true with our daughter. My sweet little Phe instantly breaks out of the wrapping thus making it a pointless practice. She seems perfectly content simply to have a blanket touching her cheek, loves it in fact (to all appearances). I cannot fall asleep without her being asleep already. I suppose this is because I have given birth to the noisiest children in the world. Seriously, X-man spends all day babbling mainly incoherent streams of combined syllables, and little Phe spends the entire time she is not asleep screeching and yelling, in a not entirely unenjoyable fashion, but with great volume none the less. She isn't actually crying, more like telling everybody within a three mile radius that she is here and just wants to make sure no one forgets that fact by continuing it until she falls asleep. So the reason this is an experiment is because RC could sleep through a house being demolished around him so he isn't unduly worried about the fact that a small child is laying at the foot of the bed, volubly protesting that she is being ignored. But alas, in the time it has taken me to type this out I no longer hear any noise, other than the stentorian snores coming from the head of the bed. Yippee! Oh joy! Maybe I won't have to spend so much time trying to wrap her up anymore. That would give me back a whole five minutes or so a day. That is eighteen hundred and twenty five minutes over the course of a year. Man, I feel like I have gained a new life. A whole seventy six day freedom. Can you believe that? I have just taken back from the sweaty, dirty, grimy fingernailed grasp of my child seventy six days of my life! What ever will I do with all this free time now?
I have the Aqua song Barbie Girl stuck in my head... (thanks Joy)
Ahhhhh... Feeling so way tons better! On Friday I was diagnosed (Oh, that makes it sound really bad. Way to be dramatic!) with strep throat. It made my weekend pretty crummy. Didn't get to see hubby play at church (You know I love to watch you play, Daddy-O!) for fear of contaminating the natives. And I missed what sounded like a really fun time at the Pumpkin Patch, too.
