It’s the question I seem to ask myself at 3am when my child has been up every hour and a half throughout the night flipping out.
What the hell am I doing?!
Apparently not the right thing. I’m rocking, I’m nursing, I’m pacing, I’m crying along with her. Nothing is working. I want to give up.
Then it happens.
All of a sudden with a deep sigh she looks at me with her big blue eyes, gives me a little smirk and closes her eyes. Once the snoring starts I gently place her in her crib and slowly back out of the room. I skip down the hall to my own room, quickly plot my snoring husband’s death (this only happens when the baby is fussy I swear, lol) and snuggle under the covers. Life is good again.
An hour and a half later the video monitor lights up, the crying begins and I gear myself up for another round.
You win this one kid. I surrender.