Sam’s been waking up every night for the last several (I can’t frankly even remember how many nights in a row she’s done this, could be a week) nights at around 11pm, more or less. She wakes up crying just a little and eventually starts wailing. Matt darts into the nursery (as much as one can dart after one’s just fallen asleep and been rudely awakened) and picks her up and deposits her in the crib in the guest room, where we let her cry herself back to sleep without keeping Jessie awake.
Last night she did that. Matt stuck her in the spare crib. She wailed and wailed. We, with pilows over heads, thought “give it up girl and go back to sleep!”
This morning she got up with a brand new, big, dark bruise on her forehead. Must have hit her head on a crib post and that was what she was wailing about.
Swell. (which it did). We let the poor little thing tough it out because we really wanted some sleep. Who knew?
