I’ve been a bad blogger.
Last Tuesday night was officially the night from hell. Seriously.
For the most part, Vivien is on a fairly consistent schedule during the day. She takes one long nap, going down around 12:30pm or so. I texted my homie Heather at like 4:30 that day, so proud of Vivien’s 4 hour long nap. She woke up about 45 minutes after that, at 5ish, and I was so stoked because I was super productive during her nap time.
Fast-forward to around 10pm, she goes to bed for the night (that’s her normal time, and I like it because then she doesn’t wake up until 9am. It works for us.)
I download an embarrassing book on my Kindle (aka: so much smut it makes me blush and am glad it’s on my kindle so it a bit more discreet)
12:30am, I hear crying. I go into her bedroom to calm her down and rock her to sleep. She won’t have anything to do with going back to bed. Homegirl cried/played/stared at me while I was trying to rock her back to sleep until 5:30am. At that point, I walked into our bedroom and started crying (legit, I was tired) and Eli woke up and took her. She kind of fell back to sleep until 7am. Meaning, I got an hour and a half of sleep that night.
She didn’t really take a nap all day yesterday and I was a walking zombie. Thank goodness that my husband is a rockstar and that last night was my “free night” (which I plan to blog about later, awesome stolen idea from Kay. Thanks, chica!)
Having a newborn, you expect these behaviors. It’s completely different when it’s a non-napping 10 month old that you have to chase around the entire day after.
She’s lucky she’s cute.