It appears that my cousin Holly and I had similar nights with our respective babies.
Elsa was up pretty much all night. Fuss fuss fuss, and no relief. She woke up for good around 4:30am and would not go to sleep, nor lay quietly in bed with me, or even nurse. So we got up. And already I can barely keep my eyes open. This does not bode well for my day.
To remind myself why I do not run from the house screaming and pulling my hair out after such evenings and nights like these, I present Elsa and her newly discovered toes.
She was diaperless, which only added to her joy. And as you can see, she's on her side. She's this "" close to rolling over.
The toes are almost in reach. Excitement building!
"Are those it Mom? Do I have them?"
"Yes! Life is good."