Nyla has a new nighttime schedule. How lovely.
9:00-Bedtime
12m-A little whimper
2:30-Banshee crying
2:36-Diaper change and bottle
3:30-Back to bed.
The other morning, I was so tired from everything, I literally felt like a zombie. My mascara from the day was smudged almost down to my cheeks, my hair was all askew, I could barely open my eyes, and I think I made a zombie-like groan when I got out of bed. To make matters worse, since I was still damn near asleep, Nyla felt like a thousand pounds. I was so dramatic with carrying her downstairs, putting both arms all the way around her and tucking my head around her neck while stepping with both feet on each stair. All this with zombie noises at 2:30am. My zombie noises are a cross between Chewbacca and Frankenstein. I'm sure that's pleasant to listen to in the middle of the night.
What happened to the sleeping through the night phase, Nyla? Mommy and Daddy loooooved that phase. Let's go back to it, okay? Thanks.
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