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Comments for Harriet's Teeth
For the last week I've been suffering from a cold. Ian has it now too. So last night all we wanted to do was sleep. Our colds made it difficult. Harriet then made it impossible until two-thirty this morning. She woke up from teething and from hunger.
Ian had been up trying to clear his nose with a hot bath. He tried waiting in the tub for her to go to sleep but she knew he was awake. He stumbled out of the tub to take care of Harriet and turned on a bunch of lights in the process. The sudden brightness of everything woke me up from a fitful sleep.
Realizing it was two in the morning and Ian wasn't in bed made me get up to figure out what had happened to him. I found the bathroom light on, the tub empty and big wet footprints on the floor. I followed the trail to the kids' room and found him changing a giggling Harriet.
It's never a good thing when she's giggling in the middle of the night. She's nearly impossible to get back to sleep when she's giggling. So upstairs we go. I nurse her. She starts chomping. We make a bottle. I feed her half. Ian feeds her the other half.
She finally starts rubbing her eyes. We hope this means she'll sleep. We put her back to bed. I find Sean awake and whimpering. He is awake from all the commotion and has kicked off all his blankets. He's too tired to figure out how to get his blankets back in bed. I tuck him back in. Ian tucks in Harriet.
We collapse into bed for a few more hours of sleep. When the alarm goes off we both feel like road kill and it was downhill from there all day. Blergh.
On the plus side, Harriet now has five teeth. Sadly for our sleeping pattern, she's working on number six now.