Crying nights

Wow, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Ruth was 9 weeks yesterday, May 21st. At the end of week two, my mother came to visit us. She was very helpful with taking care of Ruth while I took a shower or napped. At night, she was a life saver! Ruth cried for hours non stop. My mother would come downstairs and we'd take turns holding her in the darkness of the living room. I'd nurse her and then she cry. We'd change her diaper and she would cry. Mom burped Ruth on her shoulder and she would cry. I'd bounce her on the exercise ball and she would cry. Eventually, she'd settle down and be quiet, her eyes would close and I would test if she was asleep. We'd pick up one of her arms a couple of inches and let it fall. If it fell like a rag doll, Ruth was certainly in a deep sleep. If she stirred and the arm was stiff, we knew we had more work to do! When we were sure she was asleep, we'd so carefully tiptoe across the living room to the bedroom and lay her ever so gently in her cradle. Alas, Ruth felt the temperature change from my arms to feeling the coolness of the cradle sheet. The little girl wiggled and grunted and cried softly. My mother quickly rocked the cradle back and forth while Ruth whimpered; sucking on her binky. After 10 minutes of this, we convinced ourselves Ruth was asleep. I retreated to my bed ever so quietly and mom returned to her room upstairs. About 20 minutes later, Ruth commenced crying again. I would take the baby out to the living room and the entire process would occur once more. As I reflect back on this, I have realized that Ruth kept waking up due to flailing her arms, hitting them on the sides of the cradle which caused her to cry and she probably wanted to be swaddled tightly.