Observations at 13

You know that scene in the “The Godfather Part III” when Michael Corleone says “Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in?” (Watch it here.) He’s referring to the Mafia, of course, and the members’ efforts to disrupt his plans to go legitimate. I’ve been thinking about it lately; it’s just how I feel about baby sleep training. Just when I think we’ve got it, we’re thrown off course and back to waking up every three hours.

Gwendolyn had been making progress this week — two nights in a row of seven hours of uninterrupted sleep! — but lost it last night in a haze of sniffles, failed swaddling, and restless stirring. So devastating (and so exhausting to Mommy who actually stayed up until the end of “Top Chef Las Vegas” under the mistaken belief sleep was within reach).

She’s fighting her naps, too. At 13 weeks, she’s way too young to give up sleeping during the day (unless, of course, she wants me committed.) She seems to be more alert and more engaged by things and people these days, and it must be interfering with her ability to cycle down to sleep. She’s stronger, too. Watching her get out of swaddle is impressive; she may just have a future as an illusionist. She’s also found her tongue, and it’s quite funny to watch her stick it in and out of her mouth like a little cat.

The most interesting thing to me, as she reaches the end of the “fourth trimester,” is how different she and Robby are. You would think that two children from the same gene pool would be more alike than different, and while only time will tell how similar they are, for now, they are exhibiting different personality traits. Robby, at 13 weeks, was a calm, happy baby who was fine chilling out in his baby chair, looking around. I was relieved that he was more like Rob than me (I was a colicky baby). Gwendolyn, on the other hand, needs to be in the center of the action. She does not like the chair; she wants to be held. She’s outgoing, smiling and cooing almost from the beginning. With Robby, I wondered if he liked me. With Gwendolyn, I know she does: I am often the only one who can comfort her. I have a feeling she’s going to give me a run for my money when she gets older.