pooped

She's been finally sleeping through the night. It's amazing. For the past two weeks it's been heaven. I've hardly known what to do with myself when I wake up automatically in the middle of the night. I had forgotten what a solid sleep felt like. It's really nice.

Then there was last night. Awake at 2:00. Back to sleep in crib at 4:30. Hell in a nutshell.

Well, hell would probably be quite a bit worse, actually, but you can imagine what we felt like.

Screaming when I put her down, rolling onto her back, kicking her legs in the air and starting to softly smile and say, "dada", falling asleep on my shoulder (she's never been one to do that before), waking up and forcing her way towards the milk supply, falling asleep in my arms, waking up when I put her down, screaming again, Ryan's turn, screaming, looking around, craning her neck to find Mama, screaming in her crib, reaching for us, and the cycle continues...

It just goes on and on. Naps have been like this too. Hours of work getting her to sleep, and then she wakes up 40 minutes later.


She's teething. Yeah, I know. A likely story. They're always teething, aren't they? No, she's really got to be doing some serious teething.

She's got puffy gums. I think she's got 4 coming all at the same time. I can see two of them under the surface already.

I'm glad I'm not teething. I seems like it sucks.

Um, I don't think I'd scream though. Come on, Plava.

What a baby.