About two hours after we went to bed, having stayed up much later than I should have because of a sudden burst of post-dinner energy, Isabella woke up screaming. My guess is she’s teething.
I changed her diaper, rocked her gently, gave her some Tylenol. Tried to put her back to bed. She was having none of it, screaming at the top of her lungs. I tried to bring her to bed with us. More screaming.
Finally, Dom got up with her, making the ultimate sacrifice so that I could get the sleep my pregnant body craves, even though his alarm was set to ring at 5:15.
Unfortunately, his plan didn’t work. Every time I’d finally drift off she’d bang something or throw something and I’d wake up again. This continued for a couple of hours. Finally, I got up and was able with much rocking, singing, and nursing, to get her back to sleep.
And then I lay in bed, sleepless, for who knows how long.
Needless to say, I’m not doing so well today. I’m exhausted and with the exhaustion comes waves of nausea. I did get Bella to take a 2 1/2 hour nap. But I still feel like the walking dead. And she’s cranky.
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