What's that I said only a few days ago about this being the easiest baby in Texas? About this three under three thing being a piece of cake? About not drinking coffee?
I take it back.
There's currently a pack n play set up in our living room which contains a still snoozing baby that came home from daycare with some fever yesterday and proceeded to wrestle with me until 1:00 am last night. Maybe it was teeth coming in. Maybe it was gas. Maybe it's finally setting in for her that she's in a new family and all the change knocked her down.
But it took me back to middle of the night mode. Back to what in the heck does this baby need?? Back to I don't think I can sing Amazing Grace one single time more. Back to fighting selfish tears because I just want to go to sleep. Back to frantically texting my night owl mother who gives calm advice and encouragement and blessings and prayers and wishes she could beam herself here to camp out on our sofa and help wrestle.
I'm back in baby mode. Guessing games and frustration and up half the night. But here we are with our previous down pat parenting life turned on its head, so we'll keep chugging and doing our best. And drinking coffee...