I’ve been looking through Charlotte’s baby photos a lot recently, having fun remembering her tiny days and noticing the similarities and differences between her and Caroline.
I came across this picture I took when Charlotte was six weeks old. I felt it important to document this little bald patch she had on the back of her head from sleeping/lying on her back. (I was a much better documenter back then. Sorry, Caroline…)
(Proof that Charlotte’s hair was dark at birth, too!)
And just yesterday I was noticing Caroline (who will be six weeks old tomorrow) has developed a bald spot of her own. But unlike Charlotte, my content little back sleeping I’ll-sit-happily-whereever-you’ll-place-me baby, Caroline has two bald spots, which indicate how she’s been spending her time slumbering.
This picture tells a story of our days and nights these days. The brand new rocking bassinet we bought her has been moved out of our room because who needs it when your baby just ends up sleeping with you all night anyway? She really hates lying flat. It actually makes her gasp and choke a little bit so I’m assuming she has some acid reflux going on.
Our new bedtime “routine” is this: Nurse her to sleepiness around 9 or 10 pm. Place her in the car seat we bought off craigslist when Charlotte was born that we just use around the house and carry the baby in. Spend 10 – 60 minutes rocking the car seat, stuffing the pacifier back in her mouth, placing our hand on her chest, and shhh-ing until she falls asleep. When she wakes up hours later, she will come into bed with us to nurse and then fall asleep on my arm facing me until morning. So far this has worked three nights. It didn’t work at all last night, though, so maybe that means we need a new routine already. Ha! Sounds about right for life with a young infant.
Last night she needed to sleep with me the whole night. And it really is the sweetest thing in the world waking up to this face snoozing away right next to yours.
(This pic is a few weeks old already; the pre-bald spot days.)
What’s not the sweetest thing: waking up to that snoozing face seventeen times every four hours. Once or twice would really do the trick.
As I’ve been writing this, Caroline has been fighting sleep in her car seat while I’ve been using my foot to rock it back and forth,back and forth, back and forth. I’ve looked down to catch her smiling at the window one moment and on the verge of tears the next.
Charlotte has been in the room with us playing with her dinosaurs, cars, and racetrack. She is doing her best not to crash them right next to Caroline, jolting her out of her sleepy haze for the hundredth time, and I’ve been doing my best to be patient with Charlotte and remember that all this is an adjustment for her, too.
Finally, Caroline is sleeping , and I can devote all my focus to giving Charlotte a bath and getting her ready for her own nap. We are all getting the hang of being a family of four, slowly but surely.