Since before leaving for England, my left eye has developed a funky little twitch when I get over-tired. I don't think other people can see it, but I'm not sure. I definitely notice it, and it makes me self-conscious, in addition to just being annoying.
I'm a-twitchin' away today, that's for sure. Ms. Magnolia has what seems like six thousand molars coming in at the moment, and she hasn't been sleeping worth squat. She's been waking up throughout the night for the past few nights, wanting a little extra love and comfort as she grinds those molars into existence, crunch, crunch.
So it didn't seem that strange last night when she woke up around 9:30 and wouldn't go back down until past midnight. Oh, she'd fall asleep in my arms or on Eric's shoulder, but the minute we put her down in her crib, she would wake and begin to scream. We gave her tylenol, rocked her, played with her, held her, changed her, but nothing was working. Finally, we left her in her crib to cry, figuring she'd have to get up eventually. She didn't. An hour later? Still crying.
That is, until one of us figured out she might be thirsty. Eric got her some milk, she drank it, and five minutes later was out.
How dumb is that? Isn't that, like, the first thing you try as parents? I don't know why we didn't think of it. It was a good reminder that you can think you know what you're doing, and you get complacent and smug, and then end up slapping yourself in the forehead for being such an idiot.
I love parenting.
I'm a-twitchin' away today, that's for sure. Ms. Magnolia has what seems like six thousand molars coming in at the moment, and she hasn't been sleeping worth squat. She's been waking up throughout the night for the past few nights, wanting a little extra love and comfort as she grinds those molars into existence, crunch, crunch.
So it didn't seem that strange last night when she woke up around 9:30 and wouldn't go back down until past midnight. Oh, she'd fall asleep in my arms or on Eric's shoulder, but the minute we put her down in her crib, she would wake and begin to scream. We gave her tylenol, rocked her, played with her, held her, changed her, but nothing was working. Finally, we left her in her crib to cry, figuring she'd have to get up eventually. She didn't. An hour later? Still crying.
That is, until one of us figured out she might be thirsty. Eric got her some milk, she drank it, and five minutes later was out.
How dumb is that? Isn't that, like, the first thing you try as parents? I don't know why we didn't think of it. It was a good reminder that you can think you know what you're doing, and you get complacent and smug, and then end up slapping yourself in the forehead for being such an idiot.
I love parenting.
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