So, of course, I jinxed it when I wrote about sleep. Shocker.
We had a couple of bad nights in a row immediately after that, and I have just been exhausted. Yesterday morning, as Dave left and I considered another day alone with a baby whose favorite activity besides eating and sleeping is crying...I wasn't really looking forward to the day. Which was a first for me.
But Willow seemed to sense what was going on--and she slept. She slept from 10 am to 2 pm. And I took full advantage of that time. (Well, not full advantage. I can't seem to manage the sleep when she sleeps thing. It's daytime. Daytime is for wakefulness). I watched episodes of Grey's Anatomy on the internet (episodes which only sort of made sense, since I'd only seen up to Season 3, and Netflix had only Season 5 available. I don't think much happened in Season 4 though, since everybody seemed to be basically the same, only I got to skip George and Izzy). I didn't do dishes, I didn't write thank you cards, I didn't read, or write, or anything. I watched internet television.
And then she remembers that she's hungry, and you go feed her.