Rest For The Weary
Let me briefly describe the circumstances that recently led to the best afternoon nap ever. Last weekend Veronika didn't nap on Friday or Saturday—on Friday because she didn't feel like it and on Saturday because nap time fell in the middle of an exhausting trip to IKEA—so she was due for a good one on Sunday. I put her down on time (1:30) and she responded by promply pooping her diaper. After a quick change, I put her back down and she talked to herself for a while before finally falling asleep. I was expecting her to sleep for two-plus hours but barely an hour later she woke up crying. I could tell that she wasn't completely awake so I brought her to the big bed and tried to coax her into lying down with me, which never works. To my surprise, she curled up on my chest and fell asleep, so Digby and I followed suit and there we remained for the next hour. When she woke up, she was all smiles and hugs.
I haven't had a nap like that with Veronika since before we left the hospital (pictured here) and it was everything I remembered it to be. She has fallen asleep in my arms plenty of times but she usually didn't let me do the same. Come to think of it, it may be one of the last opportunities I have to nap with her before she gets too big or other, littler ones are vying for my attention.
Lately when I'm not sleeping, I'm preparing for the baby in one form or another. I don't remember having so much preparation work to do before Veronika was born, but perhaps that's because we were childless then and must have had tons of free time. Good thing I got that nap in, I should have more than enough energy for the final month now.