Daniel has finally fallen asleep (its 2.30 in the afternoon). Not that he has been complaining about the idea, he’s just been sitting at the end of the cot, with one foot through the bars, not asleep.
One of the things I never knew about babies before I had one, is that when they are born they don’t know how to go to sleep. I knew babies know nothing but I thought falling asleep was instinctive, like falling over. Apparently not.
Daniel has now learnt to go to sleep in all sorts of ways: he gets smiley, laughs and giggles when I lay him down, turns onto his tummy, laughs some more and is asleep. He cries himself to sleep – not in a state of misery, but for less than five minutes, wahhhhhhh, wahhhhhhhh, wah, wah , wah w … asleep. He lays his head on my shoulder as I rock him from side to side – asleep. He opens his mouth, scrunches his face into the matress, sticks his bottom in the air – asleep. He stands up in his cot, holding on tight but so close – I lay him down – asleep. He lies on his side, playing with a toy, slow blinks – asleep.
Often I look at him, asleep or awake, and think: how do you do it? How do you make the transition from bouncing around like a rubber boy to lying still, fast asleep? Its truly a mysterious thing.
(For the record – he does still forget: cries, stands up, sits down, crawls, cries, twists in my arms, gets exhausted, doesn’t go to sleep.)