Heather and I are both suffering from lack of sleep.
McKenna's not sleeping well, barely at all it feels, because she wakes up screaming all the time. I wonder if it's anxiety from the move, or having another baby in the house, or because she's teething, or if something else is wrong. It's heartbreaking when I stand in front of her crib at 2am holding her to keep her calm, her arms and legs wrapped around me, sobs wracking her little body, and hot tears running down my back. She's usually sweaty and damp from crying and fussing, and I stand there half-asleep singing to her in the dark, trying to keep her calm.
"Wise men say...only fools rush in...but I can't help falling in love with you" doing my silliest impression of Elvis, but it calms her down. We sway back and forth in the darkness "Like a river flows...surely to the sea...darling so it goes...some things...are meant to be"
Eventually she falls asleep, gently snoring in her crib, under her favorite blanket, but then it takes me a little while to fall asleep again, and two hours, the process starts again.
We've tried letting her sleep with us, but she's not any less restless, and when she finally does wake up, she slaps us in the head and yells in our ears, trying to get us to wake up.
Add on top of that, Owen's waking every 3-4 hours for food and comfort and we're both down to a couple of hours of sleep a night each, hardly ever at the same time. It's hard. I wish I had more time for just Heather, and we had time to spend time holding each other.
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