They say that parents should sleep when the baby does, but I don't think I can sleep 20 hours a day. And I really like sleep. I can take a four hour nap in the afternoon, and then go to bed at 10pm. If sleeping were a sport I would at least be a qualified amateur, and that's if coma patients were considered competition. I got nothing on Meg though. She is a sleep child prodigy.
As I sit here typing this Meg is sleeping in her bouncy chair. She has also slept today in her bassinet, on her changing table, and, of course, in the arms of her father, grandmother, grandfather, and myself. Since 8am she has been awake for a total of about 45 minutes. She has slept through diaper changes, feedings, loud music, construction next door, and a recreation of the moon landing done by Sally and the cats. Just kidding, we haven't been listening to music today. Oh, and don't think that because she is sleeping so much today she won't sleep tonight. She will, and she will only wake up three to four times to eat and visit.
Doing what she does best... I would be worried about her sleeping patterns, thinking she is a baby depressive, if I didn't know that the only time babies grow is when they sleep. Meg needs to grow. She was still under six pounds at her doctor's appointment on Thursday, and none of the newborn clothes fit her yet. Last night I put her in a onesie to go to sleep, and an hour later notices she had completely squirmed out of it -- through the neck. We have all of these gorgeous little outfits, and they all drown her. I tried to put them on the cats, but they aren't having any of it. Meg has to get bigger so we can put on a fashion show.
While she may be sleeping, Meg is far from boring. She puts on the best show in town. She coos, and purrs, stretches, kicks, and sings. Really, she does everything but the second finale from "Rent." It makes it really difficult to sleep when she is being so cute. I sleep with one eye, and ear, open. I don't want to miss anything.
I can't believe she has turned sleep into an art form. Active, and passive altogether. Our beautiful puzzle, and she does it all with her eyes closed. How lucky are we?
14 comments:
That picture is just too precious!!
I can feel your happiness and pride just oozing out of your words when you talk about her. I think she's lucky to have you as much as you're lucky to have her. Wonderful little family.
At least until she grows, you'll have the best dressed cats in the neighborhood.
It is bad enough you gave him a girl's name, but now you're putting Alice in dresses?
Meg is a sleep champion. It is impressive.
One small step for Sally, one large leap for Rita-kind.
Be glad for these days. We are now in the THIS BOY NEVER SLEEPS stage... as he gives up naps... and I miss those days when he slept the days away. She is just too cute!
It's true... she is GROWING! MY lil' Xaria was born at a mere 5 lbs. 13 oz... and slept a LOT the first lil while! THEN... she really started growing and was a CHUBBY baby! :) Meg is beautiful!
Ridiculously lucky. I just want to stare at her all day. Creepy, I know :)
The answer to your question? Very lucky.
I know-- at first you're wanting to wake her up and play with her. Later you'll be begging her to sleep. Before I had kids I looked like Lucy Lui. Now I look like Kathy Bates (and she's not even Asian).
She's so stinkin' cute! Is that what I say every time??
SOOOO freakin lucky!
I second what Sandi says.
My two did not sleep nearly as much as babies. Nosy little bastards wanted to see and cry at everything I guess!
Loving that pic of her. Aw shucks!
She's lovely. Enjoy this time with all the sleep. When we met our baby at 13 months, she had apparently had enough sleep for a lifetime already, and hasn't stopped moving since. ;)
My second was - and is - still a good sleeper. There is really nothing like it.
Love the picture - she is SO sweet!!
Enjoy it while it lasts my friend.
Sweet!
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