I thought yesterday morning was blissful. For the first time in a long while I woke up at 5 am, after seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. Thanks in large part to my sweet husband.
Tuesday night seemed especially rocky. Exhausted, I was showered and ready to crawl into bed at the incredibly early (for me) hour of 9:30. But just as my head hit the pillow, Bella began bellowing.
I picked her up and tried to soothe her. She wouldn’t calm down. I let her nurse for a while (not that she could have been very hungry, she’d eaten just an hour before) until she seemed sleepy then put her down. Her eyes popped open and she began to fuss again. So I did it again. And then again. Finally, convinced that she wasn’t hungry, I went to the office where Dom had been on a business call. Fortunately, the call was completed and he agreed to take the baby. I fell into bed, an hour after my first attempt to go to sleep. And woke up at five to the sounds of a rousing Bella, blissfully well rested.
But last night was even more wondrous. I put her down at 7. And woke up at 5:30. She was just starting to stir at a quarter to six when I heard sweet chatter coming from the crib. She started to wail when I picked her up and headed to the changing table. She was HUNGRY.
Sadly, I didn’t get quite as much sleep, though. I was too busy getting ready for our trip today.
