aryanhwy | now *this* is what it's supposed to be like

We'll skip the night and start around 6:30am, when she woke up (on schedule) to eat but after drinking about half the bottle and having her diaper changed, for once she wasn't interested in the other half, so I put her back in the basket (but kept the bottle on hand because odds were good that in 30-45 min. she'd want the rest). Sure enough, half an hour later she was fussing enough that it had to be dealt with, but I couldn't really bring myself to get out of bed, and since Joel was getting up in half an hour anyway (he's in Amsterdam today, running various errands and meeting up with Martijn), and since I figured a good explanation for why she was drifting off to sleep in my arms in the rocking chair but then waking up back up and fussing when in her basket was that it was really cold in the house (15C is just too cold at night, I've decided. I was under a quilt and a duvet and had my flannel pants on and Joel and Slinky to curl up with, and I was cold -- so what about poor little baby in the basket all by her cold lonesome?), I first just pulled her into bed between us and cuddled her up in blankets and dozed for a bit. We ended up dozing off and on until about 9:15, not ideal but I'll take it. Then she was up again, hung out patiently on the bathroom floor while I showered, after which she ate and then was awake and alert and nonfussy for about half an hour and then she dozed off in my arms again until around 11:30. When she woke up then she was fussy but not hungry so I figured that was as good a time as any to go do the errands I had planned today -- putting her in the sling and walking always puts her to sleep. So I walked downtown and used up some of the coupons and gift cards I had, and was back in about an hour. Then amazingly when she woke up she wasn't immediately hungry, but content to lie on the livingroom floor while I unpacked what I bought, and then lie on the bedroom floor while I changed the sheets. Then she had about half her bottle, had her diaper changed, and she again lay on the floor happily while I folded some laundry, put another load in the washer, reheated some leftovers, and ate most of them. Didn't quite finish them before she started fussing, but after the rest of the bottle she started getting heavy eyed in my arms, and she probably would've happily fallen asleep there and slept for a few hours, but, as much as I enjoy that, I don't want her to get out of the habit of napping in her basket so after awhile I put her there. She woke up and I could tell she was gearing up to start fussing, and it occurred to me that perhaps sitting on the bed where she could see me was not necessarily the best way to get her to calm down in her basket, because who'd want to sleep there when fussing means you can sleep cuddled up with mom? So now I'm lying at the foot of the bed instead of the head, and she's quite and asleep and will probably be so for another 2-3 hours.

This is what having a perfect baby is like. Already I'm worried about having a second child, because I can't believe we'd be lucky enough to get one who is, overall, so calm and content and low maintenance and a good sleeper twice.

Very soon naptime for me, I think. Last night wasn't a bad night (not like two nights ago), but it wasn't optimal, and two non-optimal/bad nights in a row and I'm tired. But first I've got more pictures to put up in her album.

ETA: I slept for almost 2.5 hours (with two cats) and woke up enough before Gwen that I had time to hang up the laundry, fold and put away all the diapers, make her bottle, and make myself a cup of hot chocolate (which I had bought this morning with a 1.35EUR off coupon, so it only cost me .44EUR). Teh Smugz. I haz them. I may not tomorrow, but, oh boy, I sure do today.