And then there is the big one. She has always been a good nighttime sleeper; she's slept through the night since she was about three months old. Give the child a bottle and a snuggle, and she was down for the count. But now? She's up in the middle of the night too -- some kind of nightmare or separation anxiety or something. At 3:15 this morning, not even Dada could do the trick, so I finished feeding the little one then moved into trying to soothe the big one. We were both up from about 3 on with just a few winks of sleep until it was time to arise at 6.
I know they always say this part doesn't last forever, but it sure seems like it will, especially in those slow-crawling early-morning hours. At least they're not lonely for me; I get to share them with my husband and beautiful girls.