I jinxed myself today. A week after I went back to work, Baby Bird took her stressed out Mommy's cues and started sleeping through the night. First it was 11 hours. Then 9, 8, 10, 11, 11...pure bliss. I wasn't talking about it too much, but I was feelingly privately smug.
Finally, after two weeks, I felt like it was safe and I bragged about it. Today. Cruelly-- to another friend with a newborn. So now I am being punished. It is 3 a.m. and I don't want to even admit how long I've been up trying to calm this pissed-off kid down. I deserve it. Baby hubris is totally the 8th sin, right next to #9: exposing your child to too many electronics too early. The above is a photo I found while uploading pictures off the camera last week. Sometimes it frightens me to learn what Rooster and Baby Bird get up to while I am asleep.
