Tomorrow is Sunday. It's supposed to be a day of rest. And after a night like last night I'm looking forward to rest. Madeleine woke up 6 times last night. SIX TIMES! She's never waken up that many times before. Never. I couldn't believe it. Each time I would pick her up, she'd fall back asleep only to wake up 2 minutes later. At one point, she was wailing so loudly I thought I would take her downstairs and change her diaper or try a bottle of formula or something. I wasn't sure what I should do. She'd never been this restless before. I did notice she put her entire fist in her mouth so I figured that this would finally be the day that her first tooth would appear. But I didn't feel anything. She continued to cry and I couldn't calm her down. She just kept on wailing. My husband quickly got out of bed to join us and we decided to try giving her some Tylenol. She grimaced at the taste but I think it sort of shocked her out of crying. She was still upset so after changing her diaper, I resorted to nursing her in our bed. Thankfully, she fell asleep and three hours later I put her back in her crib. Sure enough, she woke up about an hour or so later. Actually, I'm not sure how long it was. The time didn't matter at that point. I was just desperate to get some decent shuteye, as my husband was I'm sure. So I decided to let him get some sleep and I did my best to keep Madeleine entertained. She eventually went down for her morning nap and I couldn't have been any happier. I sluggishly pulled myself into bed where I slept like a baby until noon. I don't know when it was that my husband dragged himself out of bed to tend our fussing baby but I do recall relishing the warmth and spaciousness of our queen-sized bed.

I still feel like a could have used a few more hours. I should really be in bed right now. I keep hearing Madeleine stirring and sighing and letting out the occasional whimper. In fact, I hear her right now. That's my cue to end this post...