call it the evolution of girlfriend, call it the sleep rebellion of 2013, call it crazy baby, call it crazy mama. whatever you want to call it, it's flipping hard.
take last night, for example. last night, i put quinn down to bed at 8:00. i nursed her and popped in the bink and laid her in her crib ("time for cribby, quinnie boo!"). she screamed. i rubbed her back and popped the bink back in and she rolled about and got an arm caught and got a leg caught and screamed some more. i put her back in position and popped the bink back in and rubbed her back and avoided eye contact, which invariably leads to a case of the baby giggles. this went on for twenty minutes until she finally, blessedly, fell asleep. until 10:30. quinn woke up screaming at 10:30 and 11:00. both times i popped the binky back in and she rolled over in her crib and went back to sleep. at 12:30 she woke and only nursing would do. so i nursed her. then she flailed about in the crib for a while so i put her in the swing. she swung and slept until 3:15, when, again, only nursing would do. so i nursed her and laid her back in the crib. she slept in the crib until 5:00, when, again, only nursing would do, but no, the crib would not then do, so the swing it was. she swung until 6:00, and nursed again, popped in the bink, and slept in her crib until a solid 7:45.
take last night and multiply it by twenty nights plus daily nap battles, and you'll find me, here, exhausted and desperate. it's a place i know quite well (hello, will).
but really, what's a girlfriend to do? who wants to sleep when crawling is just a moment away, and baby food is so very, very yummy, and mommy laughs and works for me and daddy sings and will is fascinating, and bean, oh that bean, not enough can be said about that dog bean. who wants to sleep when you live in a world like that? i get it, girlfriend, i do. now go to sleep.
that quinn. mighty, indeed.
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