Alice has been an absolute dream. She sleeps on schedule, eats on schedule and hardly cries. She loves bathing. She doesn't fuss when we take her shopping. She isn't fazed by people wanting to hold her. She really has been a dream.
And then last night happened.
It started as a normal day. She fed twice in the night [as is her easy-to-deal-with routine] and slept easily. We woke up refreshed -- so refreshed that we decided it wouldn't be a challenge to go to not one, but two, shopping malls. She had minor feeds before both, slept virtually uninterrupted at both, and attracted the envious glares of strangers who couldn't but admire her cuteness and how well behaved she was. We went home, she ate and then slept, and was the picture of perfection while my family popped over for a visit.
At day 12, she was continuing in her perfect ways.
Then the trouble started. It was supper time and we were ready to eat together. But Alice wasn't having any of it. I had to hold her while Megan ate; and Megan had to hold her while I ate. Then she didn't want to sleep. So we played, fed and entertained her until she finally fell asleep an hour later - but it was an usual sleep, almost like she was just building up her energy for what she planned on doing later. [Oh, and in the midst of all of this, she wee'd on Megan twice in the same day!].
Megan was asleep on the couch as I watched football, and then Alice work up. And, to borrow a now tired post that does the rounds far too regularly, that's when the trouble started.
She fed for an hour. Good start. Then she cried a little bit, looked around, chilled. No problem there. Then she wanted food again, and to be changed. Annoying, but okay. Then she cried, wriggled, squeaked, moaned. FOR. ETERNITY.
The clock struck midnight...and kept going. I walked around with her, but to no avail. I lay with her on my chest, sang to her, tickled her head gently. Nothing. Eventually I ventured into the darkness of downstairs and, as the dead of the night set in at 1am, she fell asleep - for less than two hours.
3am and she was feeding again. 5.30am, again. At just after 6.20am she was awake again. I've survived on coffee and Monster today as I sat at my desk today. This is what people warned us about, I guess. It just took two weeks to happen.
Dispatches from home this afternoon tell me she's been a "perfect little angel". Of course she has...because she's preparing for Round 2 tonight. And I'm still loving every moment.
And then last night happened.
It started as a normal day. She fed twice in the night [as is her easy-to-deal-with routine] and slept easily. We woke up refreshed -- so refreshed that we decided it wouldn't be a challenge to go to not one, but two, shopping malls. She had minor feeds before both, slept virtually uninterrupted at both, and attracted the envious glares of strangers who couldn't but admire her cuteness and how well behaved she was. We went home, she ate and then slept, and was the picture of perfection while my family popped over for a visit.
At day 12, she was continuing in her perfect ways.
Then the trouble started. It was supper time and we were ready to eat together. But Alice wasn't having any of it. I had to hold her while Megan ate; and Megan had to hold her while I ate. Then she didn't want to sleep. So we played, fed and entertained her until she finally fell asleep an hour later - but it was an usual sleep, almost like she was just building up her energy for what she planned on doing later. [Oh, and in the midst of all of this, she wee'd on Megan twice in the same day!].
Megan was asleep on the couch as I watched football, and then Alice work up. And, to borrow a now tired post that does the rounds far too regularly, that's when the trouble started.
She fed for an hour. Good start. Then she cried a little bit, looked around, chilled. No problem there. Then she wanted food again, and to be changed. Annoying, but okay. Then she cried, wriggled, squeaked, moaned. FOR. ETERNITY.
 |
| Plotting my downfall, just like a super villain... |
3am and she was feeding again. 5.30am, again. At just after 6.20am she was awake again. I've survived on coffee and Monster today as I sat at my desk today. This is what people warned us about, I guess. It just took two weeks to happen.
Dispatches from home this afternoon tell me she's been a "perfect little angel". Of course she has...because she's preparing for Round 2 tonight. And I'm still loving every moment.
Comments
Post a Comment