Last night was not a good night to say the least. Bella seems fine during the day; but at night it is clear she’s still not comfortable in the new place. Yesterday she only took one nap and a short one at that, interrupted when something fell in the bathroom, blown over by the flapping window shade. Despite that, or maybe because of it, she went to bed later than usual last night.
Then she woke up again right as we were going to bed. It was almost 11 and we were just finishing our prayers and getting ready to sleep. Dom all nervous about his first day at work tomorrow and can he find some clean, unwrinkled clothes to wear. And then Bella starts screaming at the top of her lungs. It was clear we couldn’t just ignore her and hope she’d go back to sleep. So I changed her wet diaper and tried to nurse her back to sleep. Her eyes drifted closed and it looked like she was asleep but as soon as I put her down in the crib the screaming began.
I tried to bring her into bed with me. More screaming. I tried to rock her in the recliner. More screaming. I sang to her, the verses getting more and more garbled as I kept drifting in and out of sleep:
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word mamma’s gonna buy you a lullaby and if that lullaby don’t sing, mamma’s gonna buy you a billy goat and if that billy goat runs away mamma’s gonna buy you a looking glass.”
She’d drift off and then jump and wiggle and then drift off and then start squirming and then drift off again but her eyes would open as soon as I tried to stand up with her. And the screaming would begin again. Finally, I started awake, afraid I was going to drop her as I drifted off. She started awake too, two little dark eyes looking up at me.
I went in and told Dom I was afraid I’d drop her. He got up and drove her around in the car for a while while I drifted off to sleep. Soon enough he was back with a screaming baby. She’d fallen asleep in the car alright. But as soon as he stopped, she’d started again.
It was now 2 am. Every time she started another screaming bout, I was certain I could hear someone moving about upstairs. I’m sorry, I thought toward the nice girls who live upstairs. She’s not usually like this, I swear.
I tried nursing her again and she drifted off as soon as her mouth met the nipple. But again when I put her in the crib she howled. I rubbed her back and made comforting noises until she drifted off again, a little forlorn lump in the corner of the crib. But as I shut the door, she began fussing again. It wasn’t quite as strong as before so I decided to wait a minutes and see if she’d cry herself to sleep. It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes and she was quiet and I followed her to dream land.
Of course, she started screaming again at 5:30. I’d had maybe four hours of sleep all told. I’m afraid I was crying myself as I got up and changed her diaper and then rocked her nursed her, tried to comfort and console her. Nothing worked. She just cried and cried. And we rocked and I walked up and down the apartment and tried to tempt her with bits of food and cried tears of tired frustration.
Then finally the alarm clock went off and Dom got up to get ready for work.
The expected fiasco: wrinkled shirt and who knows which of twenty boxes the iron got shoved into. Not enough time for cereal and the bagel didn’t even get toasted before he had to run. Though I did spread it with cream cheese. Then he’d forgotten his wallet and passport and had to come back for them.
I had to stay awake because the guys were coming to service the furnace. But finally they showed up at the same time Dom did and I let them into the basement and then put the sleepy Bella down for her nap and fell into bed myself.
I think I’m going to take it easy on the unpacking today. We’re still too unsettled for settling in.