Daddy woke the baby
Daddy came home from a day trip to Denver (left at 6 am, back home at 9 pm) and went in to look at baby while she slept.
Moments later, I heard crying.
I guess he touched her head and it woke her.
I told her he could hold her and rock her in the glider for a while.
A few minutes passed -- there was still crying. She was clearly not relaxing.
I knew she was tired. When Kate gets tired, she just wails. She can't relax in your arms. She has been this way since she was tiny tiny. She's not one to be coddled. When she's really beat, she just wants to go down (in the words of my niece Stella) in her "very own bed".
So I hugged and kissed her, told her it was night-night time, put her back in bed, tucked the covers in tight, and patted her belly. I showed her all her stuffed animals, "Here's your camel. Here's your bear. Here's your kangaroo." And then gave her her favorite, the bunny rabbit, to hug.
And I quickly ushered Daddy out the door.
No more crying.
It's the ritual she responds to. I know the drill. Hug and kiss, say "night night", tuck in, pat pat, show the animals. I really do think every baby is different. This baby is very independent. She needs her space.
Earlier tonight, at bedtime, I was attempting to feed her her last bottle, holding her in the glider. NO GO. She was screaming her head off, back arched, mouth as wide open as possible. I suppose I could have panicked, but knowing our Kate, I knew what she needed. I put her in her bed. She was asleep within 15 minutes.
Poor Daddy. I feel sorry for him, having to be gone all day, away from her. He just wanted to give her some love and instead he made her cry. It must be hard to be a daddy.
Moments later, I heard crying.
I guess he touched her head and it woke her.
I told her he could hold her and rock her in the glider for a while.
A few minutes passed -- there was still crying. She was clearly not relaxing.
I knew she was tired. When Kate gets tired, she just wails. She can't relax in your arms. She has been this way since she was tiny tiny. She's not one to be coddled. When she's really beat, she just wants to go down (in the words of my niece Stella) in her "very own bed".
So I hugged and kissed her, told her it was night-night time, put her back in bed, tucked the covers in tight, and patted her belly. I showed her all her stuffed animals, "Here's your camel. Here's your bear. Here's your kangaroo." And then gave her her favorite, the bunny rabbit, to hug.
And I quickly ushered Daddy out the door.
No more crying.
It's the ritual she responds to. I know the drill. Hug and kiss, say "night night", tuck in, pat pat, show the animals. I really do think every baby is different. This baby is very independent. She needs her space.
Earlier tonight, at bedtime, I was attempting to feed her her last bottle, holding her in the glider. NO GO. She was screaming her head off, back arched, mouth as wide open as possible. I suppose I could have panicked, but knowing our Kate, I knew what she needed. I put her in her bed. She was asleep within 15 minutes.
Poor Daddy. I feel sorry for him, having to be gone all day, away from her. He just wanted to give her some love and instead he made her cry. It must be hard to be a daddy.