Sleep Anxiety

As I write this, Molli is waking up crying every 20-30 minutes, sometimes even more frequently, demanding to be held. It’s not just her sut falling out of her mouth, or nightmares, or the needing of a kindly parental “shush… shush…” It’s just a demand that Trine or I take her up. And, suckers that we are—suckers for silence—that’s what we do. Mostly Trine. And we’ve just decided it’s going to end soon: we’re going to go through the ordeal of weaning her off us at nighttime.

We also realized she isn’t just growing out of her bassinet: she’s pretty much outgrown it. Maybe she’s miserable because it’s already too small?

We need to get her in a new bed, give her a couple of days to get used to it, then do the 3-day (from what you all and others have said) nightmare of letting Molli cry herself to sleep without parental intervention. Any tips (besides “tie Trine down”)?

But on to happier things… pictures. First, more sitting up this morning:

Next, our apartment in Christmas style:

And here’s Molli how she is most of every day: engaged in combat with the Borg. (That’s the only name we’ve been able to come up with for this LaMaze toy that’s basically just a cube. But Molli seems determined not to be assimilated. Er… if you don’t know Star Trek TNG, never mind.)

More sitting up exercises this evening. This picture really struck me because of the expression on her face. Her expressions are getting more and more complex.

Here’s a closeup of that expression:

And yet, three seconds later, she’s all happy and playful:

Anyway, Molli’s now wide awake. Trine just fed her and maybe that’ll knock her out. If not, though, my shift begins in 40 minutes and there’s some more stuff I need to take care of.

Plenty more tomorrow, I promise.