Rough, rough night with Molli last night (Monday night). She didn’t eat much all day, didn’t sleep much, and wailed her little head off from about 8pm on. She’d simmer down from time to time, but sooner or later she’d be back to her wailing ways. We couldn’t do anything to calm her down: changed her diaper, burped her, rocked her, strolled her, held her, changed her clothes, loosened her diaper… all for nought. It got to the point where Trine actually called the Night Doctor line, explained the situation, and was told a doctor would come to the house if Molli was still crying “in three or four hours.” It was about 11pm at that point.
Not long afterwards Molli did fall asleep. Trine went to bed while I remained in the living room with Molli: we didn’t dare move her for fear she’d wake up again. After about an hour or so she got a little restless again. She was awake enough I could move her into the bedroom. From that point forward she was actually pretty normal, but we were so frightened, or nervous, or whatever new parents are after such an episode, that we could hardly sleep ourselves. I spent most of the night letting Molli sleep on or beside me. She enjoyed it, but I was too nervous to get any real sleep. When she woke up and cried Trine would feed and burp her: then I could sneak in maybe 30-45 minutes sleep. And we cycled through the night like that. Just awful.
But Molli’s been pretty normal today—”a little wiped out,” Trine says, “and a little cranky and hungry this morning,” but now she’s back into her usual rhythms. Lucky her! You certainly couldn’t say the same for us.
It wasn’t her first cranky episode and probably won’t be her last. But we are absolutely exhausted. What fun it will be when farmor is staying with us and we let her spend some quality time with Molli from, say 1am to 5am! (It won’t be that bad, mom… that’s just 7pm to 11pm Eastern time!)
In other news, we’ve stepped her up to the next diaper size (3-6 kilo), and are beginning to phase in some of her bigger clothes. (And we did get her into the Tigger outfit one more time.)
Oh! And she’s not a redhead after all. And a single one of her smiles can still dispel the darkest gloom of a Danish summer in an instant. So as rough as she may be from time to time, we’re still gonna keep her!
I was just about to publish this post when I sighed aloud that there weren’t any new pictures. Trine’s sitting on the couch to my left with Molli in her lap, and Molli is sleeping very peacefully.
“Why not just take a picture right now?” Trine said. So I did. And here it is.
ahh, the bliss of all night crying jags… i’m getting misty eyed just thinking about it. not really. both hannah and sophie had their sleep issues when they were babies. it’s funny, but we’re still having issues – hannah likes to read in bed until fairly late at night, and she’s not getting enough sleep, so we have to enforce a lights out at 9:30 rule. i guess in the realm of things, that’s not so terrible.
i can’t believe how quickly our little molli is growing. bigger diapers! playing craps! and she’s looking very cute in those pictures (you and trine are looking cute too).
btw, you should be getting those mags in the mail, as well as a little something for molli, any day now. talk to you all soon!
gene
And what a beautiful picture it is of both the girls! I”m wondering why Trine is wearing such a heavy sweater! Do I need a winter coat when I come in September?
By the way, farmor will be happy to take the night shift. She knows that even if it’s every night of her visit, there will be plenty of nights to sleep when she returns home.
Hope Molli has a better night tonight. It’s tough being a parent!
Love you
farmor