…”Go the F*ck to sleep.”
Seriously, my dear, sweet, gorgeous, smiley angel, what do you say? Want to give 8 hours a try? How about 7? FINE, i’ll settle for 5 and 3/4? Don’t get me wrong, I totally get it. I’m all for girl time. Shoot, I LIVE for girl time. You want to hang out. I want to hang out too! Just when the sun is up, that’s all. Teeny, tiny, VERY important, detail. Each night, I walk into your room, usually missing the doorframe by a half an inch (sometimes I don’t miss it, I smacked into it last night), walk to your crib and you are all smiles. *SIGH*. You’re not crying, you’re not sad – you give me a huge smile and, I swear, if you could talk you’d say “Hey girl, hey!” And just like that, i’m also all smiles.
Last night was a great start, you woke up once. I can do once! Want to make that two nights in a row? Hell, want to wake up once a night all week? All month? And then, maybe give sleeping through the night a try? Just for giggles? Just to say, “been there, done that?” You think about it and i’ll plan on seeing you at our standing 3:24am appointment little tortilla.
(PS – I realize that it may be 20+ years before you read my letters to you and not get the “Adam Mansbach” reference. It’s a hilarious, endearing bedtime story that was really popular when I was pregnant with you. Here’s a link of Samuel L. Jackson reading the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DkGg1S64Vc)