All I *really* wanted for my birthday was 8 hours of sleep. Didn't necessarily need to be in a row, but two 4-hour chunks would have been nice. Except that top tooth is breaking through. AND something gave her pretty bad gas, even with the gas drops. So I got 1 1/2 hours of sleep, then up for a while, then a half hour of sleep, then up again, then broken sleep, then up for an hour and I tried to let Joe help with her but between her crying in pain and the cat scratching at the bedroom door, I couldn't sleep, then another half hour of sleep before the alarm rang and I've got to get moving to my 12-hour work day. Maybe 3, 3 1/2 hours of sleep all together?
She's not sleeping through the night, not even close, at 9 1/2 months of age. I know it's partly this tooth right now, but I haven't even gotten 5 hours of sleep in a row since she was born. I pray that it gets better soon.
However, I do thank God every day that I have a reason for not sleeping. I'm grateful to have my little girl, and a roof over my head, and a job to wake up early to get to, and a bed to toss and turn in. I just wish I were awake enough to enjoy all of those things.
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