It's so strange how Amelia is SO wonderful in her happy moments. She is a ham, she smiles, she engages everyone around her. But when she's mad.... oh, she gets mad. Her eyes get all wild and glassy and her face gets red. Seriously, I need to get a picture of it for you all.
But her happy times definitely outweigh the bad times.
Last night, we had probably our worst night with her in a month or two. Our typical night-time problem is getting her to relax enough to go to sleep, not really the keeping her asleep part. So last night she went to bed very easily at 7:30pm (thanks to our newly instated routine of bath, books, feeding, to bed). We high-fived our awesome parenting and our highly-intelligent kid who recognized a routine on the second day, and went to bed around 10:30pm.
She woke for the first time at midnight. What?? What happened to the baby that slept between 8-10 hours in a stretch? She went back down at 12:30am and stayed asleep until 4:30am. We attempted our (usually) "never-fail" overnight back-to-sleep routine (it had literally never failed in the middle of the night before now), and I could tell it wasn't working this time. She was too wiggly. She went back down after eating, and that only worked for a few minutes. The next hour was a blur, but it was a mix of attempting to let her soothe herself with the pacifier, rocking her, feeding her again, me hiding downstairs (trying to overcome a sore throat and needed sleep), Chris walking her around in the baby bjorn..... finally she went back to bed at around 5:30am. I didn't need to be up til around 7, so I went back to sleep for a bit, but with Chris getting up at 6am most days, he was up for the day. He had maybe 4.5 hours of sleep, and I had maybe 5.5 hours. We were both nasty little zombies today. And precious Amelia? She was happy and low-key.
Tonight after work, I was sitting with her in the living room. We were just enjoying each other, no distractions. Well, something I did made her laugh. A full, hearty laugh. I quickly called Chris in, and she did it again. And then maybe a couple more times. We've heard her laugh only once before, and it wasn't this intense. This was the cutest thing either of us had ever heard. We're in love.
...and that... makes last night kinda okay.
Tonight she went down at around 7:30pm again. Woke at 8:30pm, and went back down right away after the insertion of a pacifier. Our awesome, intelligent baby recognized the routine again on day three of it. But tonight we're hoping that she is not trading the staying alseep part for an easier bedtime process, again.
Wish us luck. It's almost 10 on a Friday night, and we're going to bed.
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