What is going on?
Babycakes woke up FIVE time in the middle of the night. After going to bed at 8pm, she woke up at 11:30, 1, 2:30, 4, 5, after which I just chucked her over to my mom (who, tragically, is leaving tomorrow) and crawled back into bed, too tired to elaborate upon the means by which I was contemplating suicide.
It's now 10:30am and my mother and Babycakes are nowhere to be found. I'm going to go ahead and guess that she's taking her on an enormous walk to try to get her to take a real nap for the love of Pete.
When she wakes up in the middle of the night, it's generally because she's hungry, but last night she just kind of wanted to hang out -- over and over again. The only person I want to hang out with at 4am on any given night is going to be my husband, not a four month old who doesn't have an agenda or discussion points, but generally would like some entertainment. Maybe turn on the ceiling fan, Mama? At least turn on the lights and make some faces at me?
No, dude! I'm tired!
So I took her to the glider in the darkened nursery and nursed and rocked her until she went back to sleep. Over and over again.
It reminds me of my friend L., who says, each time his daughter wakes up hollering in the middle of the night, that it's TIME for FERBERIZING. It's an empty threat, but the sentiment is apt.
See, I'm a sucker for ole Babycakes. I'm not going to become the midnight USO, but I will go to her when she cries, and I will let her eat from me and smell me and feel my arms. Because face it, before too long she'll be headed to college and I would feel like a total jerk for having Ferberized.
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