I had a dream last night....no... no, that's not right, you have to sleep to dream.
You'll have to excuse my grammatical and spelling errors today... You see, I'm on my second night in a row of next to no sleep. Yes, picture it, 2:24 a.m., I'm heavily leaning over the crib to find my bright eyed, smiling, cooing baby. What?! That's a new one.
I've had my nights of the binkie falling out. I've had my nights of a couple feedings a night. I've had my nights of inconsolable crying. But having ALL of those in one night, up literally 20 times out of bed and not getting my baby fully to sleep until 3:00 - PRICELESS!
I'm kind of at a loss, actually. She's asleep now - but not for long. I'm keeping that little booger up as much as I can cuz Momma Needs Some Sleep - not an hour, not two, no I'm goin' for at least three or four in a row tonight.
With our older daughter, I do remember the first five months being rough - but it seemed like it got better and better each night. With Cheekers, we have a week of good, then a week of bad, then a week of downright rotten. I've tried every trick in the book. So I'm looking for another book now.
Welp, my time is up. Time to go wake up my baby, put some running shoes on her little finger sized, tootsies and let her run around the block a few dozen times. Then it's a nice warm bath, some nice warm milk, some songs, some sheep, some zzzz's. Now that's a nice dream!