Her first nap went smoothly earlier at lunch time. I put her down after eating lunch and some comfort feeding. There was no resistance nor crying. Sigh.
Fast forward to night time, she looked at me as I laid her down to her bed. No resistance but she didn't close her eyes either. She was watching me, waiting for my next move. Will she leave again or will she stay.
I slowly closed the door. The damn thing squeaked. Then crying started again. It stopped after 5 minutes but I didn't checked her immediately. I decided to wait for the husband. This time, I wanted him to open the door.
After 10 minutes, he slowly went inside the room. Oh! he said. What? what happened? I said as I followed inside. She fell asleep waiting for you. And then I looked. My baby was sitting standing, holding the bars of her crib. Asleep.
Another poke in my wounded heart.
The husband immediately got her and cradled and kissed and hugged. And then I hugged both of them while Maia was deeply sleeping on her Dada's arms.
The husband laid her on the adjacent bed. She was deeply sleeping. I decided to dream nurse her for comfort. Probably more for my wounded heart than her.
What happened during dinner...
She skipped her second nap so we had to start dinner earlier than usual. The jar of vegetable soup porridge was almost empty after the last spoonful. She must have liked it. I purposely left some room for dessert which was mandarin oranges. She almost devoured the whole thing. Someone's going to have a good sleep tonight. I excitedly thought.
I felt something mushy under her bum as I got her from her chair. Must be the oranges.
As we got nearer to the bathroom, I realized that it wasn't oranges that I felt.
Poop explosion! I shouted. Husband came to the rescue and we both started laughing while giving her a bath.
After bath time, we went straight to her room. In the great green room, there was a telephone... as I was feeding her.
