The Incredible Non-sleeping Baby

Contrary to the popularly held biological notion that all living things need to rest in order to regenerate, Baby Brigid Girl can sustain life on 23 minutes of sleep in a 24-hour period. She is, in fact, a cyborg and although I have yet to find her on-off switch or her adaptor port that would allow me to plug her in for a re-charge, I am convinced she has some kind of solar panel that allows her to spontaneously regenerate, thereby negating the need for sleep. Or at least sleep in her own bed.

We're at Day 2 in our new bedroom downstairs and Brigid does not like it one bit. She'll fall asleep nursing, and I make a successful transfer to the crib only to have her pop up like toast a second later, screaming her head off. Last night, she also showed us she has a temper. Her crying was more of a "I'm not getting my way here! This is not allowed!" kind of scream. Ooh, she was mad. But because I need some sleep, I brought her back to bed and she fell into a happy, contented queen-of-the-hill sleep. I know all about Ferber-izing and Baby Whisperering. I'm hoping this is just a matter of getting used to the new digs and the expanse of crib. Maybe crib bumpers would make her feel a little more closed in and secure...She seems to do well in the co-sleeper and that's probably because she's close by and enclosed. Hmmm, it's a thought. And at the very least, it would muffle those cries.....

She had a hard time with Jenny yesterday afternoon, too, as she fought sleep. Her best times are mornings and any time after she's had some sleep. But poor Jenny gets the brunt of it when BB is at her worst without a nap. It's not that she's a fussbudget for no reason. The solution is simple: all she has to do is sleep. At five months, what could possible be so exciting or ever-changing that she would miss in a forty-five-minute nap?

We're hoping Patricia gets to meet her teacher, Mr. Fortin, today. He was supposedly there this morning, but it turns out that he wasn't. But he was given the message that Patricia would like to meet him and we hope he gives a call this afternoon. Meanwhile, I have yet to be able to set up something with the guidance counselor at Stafford for Margaret to meet ahead of her orientation. I hope that happens for her to alleviate her apprehensions.

Jenny, meanwhile, is hoping to get into the city school or Beekmantown school districts for teaching, which would mean we'd lose our beloved babysitter. But she has to do what is right for her career. She's 27 and still sitting for us. We found her when Margaret was about 4 months and she's been with us on and off ever since. We love our Jenny. Her niece, Sabrina, calls her Nenny, and we've come up with a slogan, "Everybody needs a Nenny." We do, indeed.