Becca is at this stage right now where she doesn't want to be put down. She's totally content to sit on your lap and just hang out, but don't you dare try to set her in the bouncy seat, swing, on the playmat or *gasp* the pack-n-play. Needless to say, it makes it very difficult to get anything done.
It makes it very difficult for me especially because when it's just me around I'm the one who has to hold her. (DUH!) Cuz, you know, it's me, with the boobs. Because she's breastfed (wahoo! go us! *does happy dance*) every time I hold her, she does this thing, like she's an open-mouthed trout. She bobs up and down, opens her little mouth and moves in the direction of the boobs. It makes it especially difficult if I'm trying to rock her to sleep.
Sami took a binky from, like, day one. She sucked on that thing all day, all night, all the time. She loves her binky. Yes, present tense. We are currently trying to get her to give up the addiction, but the binky habit is REALLY hard to break, like crack. Especially when you have an enabler, *ahem* daddy. However, Rebecca will NOT take the binky in most cases. So, in order to soothe Little Miss Picky Pants, it's either give her the boob or let her suffer and cry. It's created quite the dilemma for me. It's not like she's hungry when she's crying like this either. She just doesn't want to be put down.
We spent hours last night trying to get her to just sleep for goodness' sake. I finally resorted to the boob, and nursing her lying down, in my bed. She fell asleep. I scooped her up and tried to put her in the dreaded pack-n-play in our bedroom. She's supposed to sleep there, most of the time she sleeps there for all of half-an-hour, then she's back in our bed; still it's better than nothing. Last night, this plan back-fired. And we were back to square one. Then her daddy comes home.
Daddy is like, The Baby Whisperer. He puts that baby to sleep so quickly it amazes me. Most nights. Last night was no exception. He rocked her for all of .5 seconds, and she was asleep. I warned him though that she wasn't in the mood to be put down. He laughed at me and tried to set her in the swing. Then I hear obsenities. She was NOT in the mood. This continued for like 20 minutes before I gave in, said, "Here I'll take her" and gave her the boob again, in my bed.
It went on like this for a while. I'd "soothe" her by giving her the boob, she'd fall asleep for a while, I'd try to move her, it wouldn't work. Finally, I had given up. I went back to putting her in a tight swaddle and rocking her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I was exhausted. She was exhausted. She gave in and fell asleep, and then stayed there in her pack-n-play. I dropped off to sleep roughly at 10:30pm.
At 11:30, she woke up, and it was surprisingly to actually eat, not just be soothed.. So, we started all over again...Today--I'm tired. So. Very. Tired.
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