No matter how good your baby is (or how cute she is), there will always be one night where you will not get any sleep.
There's always one night in the bunch of good ones that can only be deemed as bad, bad, bad.
It'll be a perfectly normal night and then for no reason, all hell breaks loose and you question your ability as a mother.
Last night was mine.
All was well and going as normal. Spongebath, lotion, book, cuddle... then came the cries, which quickly turned into full-on red faced baby screams.
And you know what, nothing would make it better. From 9:00pm to 11:00 we paced the floor, went outside for fresh air, bounced in place and nursed. We tried every trick in the book. I shoosed in her ear, I tried talking sense to her, we danced.
The only thing that made her happy for a small period of time was Daddy's arms and her swing.
Notice I said small period of time.
I think she must have over-stimulated herself somehow and that peaceful sleep that she and I love so much was shattered.
Roo's sleep was disturbed and she didn't even make it to bed until 11:00pm as well.
I predict today we all will walk around like zombies craving sugar and caffeine to make it through the day... and we will pray that tonight will be back to normal, if not... we're in trouble.
Like I've said before, it's a good thing she's cute.
11 hours ago