She was the baby who wouldn’t sleep. Fussy, overstimulated, comforted only while nursing.
She slept in our bed for nearly a year. A survival tactic, it was just easier to roll over when she needed me.
Crying every evening at bedtime, waking throughout the night. Extra effort went into keeping the house silent when she would finally give in.
… she climbs into her own big girl bed.
… she whines “nigh nigh” when she gets too tired.
In the middle of the afternoon, in the noisiest room in the house… She sleeps.
Sleep, both hers and mine, is most definitely a Finer Thing.
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