A month or so ago, I wrote how Baby Girl sometimes struggled to settle for me as the smell of milk was confusing for her & my sneaky ways to trick her into sleeping. Another Mummy-blogger commented that soon enough Baby Girl would only settle for me & to enjoy the freedom (& non-aching arms) while it lasted.
Well, with Leap 4, that time has come. Sadly for me, it’s while we’re on holiday. A time I was looking forward to having her dad here to help all day & night. Baby Girl cried for an hour this afternoon as he tried to get her to nap. As soon as I came & relieved him, she calmed. Same last night at bedtime. Same all week.
She doesn’t always go to sleep, however. She sits on my shoulder, sucking her thumb, staring endlessly into space. No amount of facing a white wall or shielding her eyes seems to help her nod off. My right shoulder is killing me. And her dad is becoming increasingly irate that he can’t give me a break.
What’s more, she’s unable to sleep through the night with the heat & wakes up at once or twice thirsty. Not quite what we’d expected, but at least I’m endlessly swaying looking out over the Provence hills instead of East London apartment buildings. And the sunrises are beautiful. Yes. I’ve seen a few of them.
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