In a stunning feat of sheer love, Maia has deigned to take an evening nap at a time convenient for me to make dinner, eat dinner, check blogs, take a long shower, and now type up this post. Clearly she is happy with me.
We’ve been co-sleeping again, because she sleeps well (and so do I) like that. Last week she stayed in the bassinet pretty much all week, except for daytime naps when she and I would snuggle in bed, but it really seems like during the last few days she just does not want to be away from her mommy and daddy. If she’s fussy and either of us picks her up, she quiets right down, snuggles up against us (or, okay, we pull her against us!), and falls right back asleep. Last night she got sleepy pretty late, around 1am, and I tried to lay her in the bassinet. She slept for about 15 minutes, then got fussy; Chris picked her up and took her out to lay on his chest on the couch, and they slept together there for awhile. I don’t remember him bringing her back into the bedroom or what time it was, but apparently I breastfed her and we fell asleep, because I woke up around 3:30am sitting against my headboard with Maia having slid down my front and sleeping sitting up between my legs with her head settled on my stomach. Hilarious!
So after another little feeding and changing her, I tried to put her back into the bassinet — no dice. FIVE TIMES IN A ROW I tried to put her back in the bassinet after she fell asleep in my arms, with limp limbs and calm, deep breaths to indicate she was truly asleep, but she kept waking up. Finally I rolled onto my side, laid her next to me, and fed her — after a very few sucks, she broke the latch and fell asleep, so I slept with her. And we slept for hours. It was beautiful.
Of course, right now she’s actually sleeping in her swing, after having fallen asleep in the Baby Bjorn. Maybe if I could stay awake after she falls asleep in the bed or on the couch with me, I could move her into the bassinet. (which I love — it’s this one) But really, the time when she’ll want to be in bed with us will be short (or the time that I’ll want her in bed with us!), and I might as well enjoy it.