This week was a long and hard week for us here. E is growing too fast, which isn’t the problem. The issue is she wants to wake up in the middle of the night for several hours to yell, yes yell, and pull herself up to the almost standing position and make her way around the barrier of her crib. The hubs’ work schedule was a killer on that, in addition to some family things that were happening, I slept little and had no patience for E’s shenanigans. On this particular day E refused to nap. It was 12 pm and she had been up since 8, and was awake for about 2 and a half hours the night before. I can’t sleep if she’s awake at night because I worry. What if she falls and cracks her head? What if she busts her lip? What if she magically learns to climb up over the bumper and out the bed and hits the floor? Coupled with her dog mom Gadgette heading in to check on her when she’s noisy at night, furthering the time she’s awake; I was awake at least 3 hours. On 4 1/2 hours of sleep (mind you I haven’t done such a tiny amount of sleep in MONTHS) her refusal to nurse or eat food or take a nap, I could no longer bear the fussy pants McGee and reinforcements had to be called in. Daddy bear to the rescue! She fussed for a while (took a bottle of pumped breast milk from daddy) and he rocked that little butt until she passed out.
He held her like this rocking for a good hour just snuggling this exhausted baby. It literally melted my heart and brought a tear to my eye. He missed out on some of his sleep to help me out and to spend quality time with his daughter. I love him and I truly know that I have the most amazing husband ever. I honestly think no man can compare to him, and I feel like the luckiest lady in the whole wide world!