Last night I was up with Hope at 12:01, 1:15, 2:45 and 5:09. At which point she came into bed with me only because I couldn't get her to stop screaming for me and I was at the end of my rope. To be honest, the last thing I wanted was to spend another minute with her but what I wanted more was to be horizontal. She did go to sleep next to me until about 6:30. Which is 30 minutes longer than I am normally in bed so there's that.
I would have had a better sleep last night if she was a newborn I think. At least I would expect her to be up, she would be fed and back in bed faster and up less frequently.
I don't know what the problem is. Maybe her last molars are coming through. I haven't approached the bear's mouth to poke around. She isn't exactly in a good mood this morning and I don't want to chance losing a finger.
Three nights ago she was up twice. We thought she was cold. Two nights ago she was up three times. We figured she was hot as we'd turned the heat up a bit which turned her small room into a little sauna. Last night the temperature in her room was fine all night so... huh?
At this rate I'll be pulling an all nighter tonight. Not something I was expecting to do at the age of 36.
There is a coffee with my name on it in the kitchen. Toodle-oo.