Who knew that what baby would want is for her dad to be sitting up awake at night...waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Take at look at the time this gets posted. Yup, sometime after 1:15 am (yes, that's in the morning). We had a terrible night last night for some odd reason. Bailey kept waking up every half hour to an hour (if we were really lucky, and hour and fifteen minutes) and screaming. No, I don't mean she was fussy because she woke up...I mean screaming! This pattern continued throughout the day and there was nothing that I or Tammie could do to comfort her. I was a wreck and I hate to admit it, but I was overwhelmingly relieved when Tammie finally got home after running some errands (I know that probably makes me a "bad father," but all of you parents out there remember back to the time that your baby was crying uncontrollably).
Finally (and I'm not really sure how) we got Bailey to calm down enough to go to bed. The poor dear was exhausted and hadn't slept very much since almost six the day before. We swaddled her and put her down around 8:30, and she has been asleep ever since. There was only one time that she woke up and we had to go into her room.
So why am I awake? I'm nervous...I'm waiting for her to start crying again...I can't stop thinking about what made her have such a bad night and day (please don't be teething...please! Tammie and I are worried that this could be the start of her new set of teeth). So here I sit, unable or unwilling to turn off my brain long enough to get some much needed sleep. Everyone else is, the dogs included...
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