I saw “normal”…it sped past and I couldn’t grab on. I heard “normal” but it whispered and vanished when I turned around. I felt “normal”…
…and then Abby stayed up all night!
7:45ish PM: She went to bed. (YES)
9:15pm She woke up and Daddy was able to rock her back to sleep. (YES)
11:00pm Daddy and I went to bed. I let out a sigh of relief and Abby woke up. (NO!!)
11:01pm She didn’t want the bottle. (NO!)
11:02pm She didn’t want to be held/rocked/bounced. (NO!)
11:04pm She didn’t want to be sung/talked to or pleaded with. (NO!)
11:15pm We went in the living room where we watched TWO movies. (GAH!)
4:03am She (FINALLY!) fell asleep on my shoulder. (YES, THANK YOU GOD!)
4:15am Daddy’s alarm clock went off.
4:16am She went back to sleep.
5:40am She was dozing very lightly and heard Daddy getting ready for work.
5:40:30am She sat straight up on me to look for Daddy.
5:42am She laid back down. (PHEW)
5:43am I wish for another blanket because I’m cold but don’t dare move.
6:03am Matt kisses us and apparently decides we’re as cold as the dead.
6:07am Matt leaves.
6:08am I lay Abby in her crib and she stays asleep. *cue halleluja choir*
6:09am I finally crawl into bed “for the night”.
7:23am Abby wakes up. She lays down with a bottle and goes back to sleep.
7:24am I curl up with my pillow over my face and cry softly.
9:03am Abby cries. I wake up on wet pillow.
9:07am I give Abby bottle and lay back down.
9:17am Abby finishes bottle and declares it morning.
9:20am I stumble into the living room with Abby wondering why I’m so warm.
9:21am I discover heater is turned up ALL THE WAY.
9:23am Abby drinks bottle while I strip her, change her diaper and she roams “baby naked.” (Diaper only.)
9:25am It is too hot to breathe in here. Hell is cooler.
9:27am I crawl into the kitchen and open window.
9:29am I make it back into the living room, but am too weak to open window.
9:30am Abby and I lay very still staring at the ceiling until temperature drops.
11:30am Abby takes nap.
11:31am I realize I am now too awake to sleep and will have to make due on what sleep I’ve gotten.
11:32am I cry.
1:00pm Abby still asleep. Evil voice in my brain whispers “Welcome to Hell.”
1:02pm I decide everything can be solved with a bubble bath.
Someone send brownies?