For the past two mornings we’ve gotten a 4:45 AM wake-up call in the form of Zoe’s cries. I’m not sure what was bothering her (teeth? tummy? other?); I just know that she didn’t want to be in her crib, and she didn’t want to be alone. Yesterday the two of us were able to get a bit of sleep by lying together on the floor, but this morning was trickier. My rocking/bouncing/singing efforts weren’t initially successful, and I felt myself become increasingly stressed as her big eyes stayed wide open. (She’s never going to fall asleep! She’ll be so crabby today! I’m going have a terrible day because I’m so tired!) Eventually, though, Zoe’s eyes did close, and something occurred to me as I sat rocking in the dark: getting to hold your daughter, while listening to the (sweet) sounds of her breathing, is really not the worst thing in the world. I might be tired today, but at least I got some quiet, sweet moments out of it.

(But with that said, I do hope she sleeps well tonight!)

-M

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