For two weeks, Jennie slept through the night. It was heaven. Putting her down at 8:30 and waking up around 5am felt so good. And I refused to post anything about it because I didn't want to jinx it. But it doesn't matter now- my daughter has thought midnight is an acceptable wake-up call the past 3 nights. After two weeks of getting a full night's sleep, these middle of the night parties my daughter has been throwing are harsh. Monday night, she was awake from midnight until 3 am. She wanted to have tummy time, converse with her humidifier (it looks like a cow, must get her love of those animals from her mother), and just hang out with yours truly. Would have been fine if I didn't have work in the morning, which made for a LONG day, and she was awake from midnight til about 2 am this morning, this time with a cough. It almost makes me dread even going to bed because I think it would be easier just to stay up and wait for her to wake up instead of sleeping for a couple hours only to be woken up by cries. I know it would be just my luck that the night I decide to do that, she doesn't wake up. Oh well...such is the life of a parent with a baby.
Tomorrow, Jennie will be 5 months old. How is that even possible?! 5 months ago, around this time in the evening, I was in a hospital room preparing to push out this little girl. All my nurses were saying she would be here in just 2 or 3 pushes- three hours later I'm being wheeled into the O.R. for a c-section because she was stuck. My labor with her is a whole other blog post though (and one that may never get written because only those in the medical profession appreciate the disgusting gloriousness child labor really is), but I wouldn't have traded anything I went through to have her.
5 months in, and a lifetime to go <3