This tiny, sweet, sleeping beauty, angel face, darling daughter of mine...
...is wreaking havoc. The chickie refuses to sleep. I've had her ears checked. I've had her throat checked. I make sure she has enough to eat and drink. Her toes are lint free, her pajamas are comfortable and I can't think of anything to do that I haven't already done. But it's been over a month now of getting up four and five times a night. Steve and I are exhausted.
But. She's darling. And is one of the happiest babies I have ever met. I dread the nights, slug through my mornings, but I'm entirely in love.
At some point, I'm sure she'll grow out of it.
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