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For the last 3 nights Sophie has decided that the middle of the night is the perfect time to talk. For an hour or more.
I couldn't fall asleep last night and finally went to the couch sometime after 1:30 am.
At 2 am she woke up. I fed her and then woke DH and handed her off because she was awake. After a few minutes he came back to bed and said we should just let her CIO. (This equated to BIO - babble it out - not once has she cried.) We bickered because I am EXHAUSTED from not getting a good nights sleep in 8 MONTHS and I am sick.
At 2:45 she is still talking and he is snoring.
At 3, DS comes into our room saying he had a bad dream. I snuggle him close and he drowses with me as I listen to Sophie still talking.
At 3:30, I usher DS back to his room and finally fall back to sleep.
At 6 the alarm goes off.
At 6:07 Sophie is up for the morning.
At 7, DH grouches at me for being grouch and we have a big ole arguement ending with me stomping off and throwing my stuff in the car.
I gather myself (through my tears) and walk back in the house to say good bye to DS and apologize for being an ass to DH. I explain that maybe if I am obviously overtired and grouchy, it might be a good idea just to let it slide rather than point it out and make things worse. You know, like what I do with him when he is obviously grouchy for no good reason.
After a few minutes he says that just needs to think about it as if I were post-call.
Thank goodness we have an honest-to-goodness date planned for tomorrow night. It will involve alcohol and good food. I cannot wait.
For the last 3 nights Sophie has decided that the middle of the night is the perfect time to talk. For an hour or more.
I couldn't fall asleep last night and finally went to the couch sometime after 1:30 am.
At 2 am she woke up. I fed her and then woke DH and handed her off because she was awake. After a few minutes he came back to bed and said we should just let her CIO. (This equated to BIO - babble it out - not once has she cried.) We bickered because I am EXHAUSTED from not getting a good nights sleep in 8 MONTHS and I am sick.
At 2:45 she is still talking and he is snoring.
At 3, DS comes into our room saying he had a bad dream. I snuggle him close and he drowses with me as I listen to Sophie still talking.
At 3:30, I usher DS back to his room and finally fall back to sleep.
At 6 the alarm goes off.
At 6:07 Sophie is up for the morning.
At 7, DH grouches at me for being grouch and we have a big ole arguement ending with me stomping off and throwing my stuff in the car.
I gather myself (through my tears) and walk back in the house to say good bye to DS and apologize for being an ass to DH. I explain that maybe if I am obviously overtired and grouchy, it might be a good idea just to let it slide rather than point it out and make things worse. You know, like what I do with him when he is obviously grouchy for no good reason.
After a few minutes he says that just needs to think about it as if I were post-call.
Thank goodness we have an honest-to-goodness date planned for tomorrow night. It will involve alcohol and good food. I cannot wait.
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