After about an hour of sleep she became so squirmy my husband and I began passing her back and forth between us for another hour and a half until I finally called it quits. Retreating back to her room did not go how I would have liked. Putting her back into her bed led to another half hour of crying until my dear husband slept in her rocking chair with her in tow. Although I'm on my second cup of coffee and dragging, last night reminded me how appreciative of my husband I am. He not only stayed with her in an uncomfortable chair but woke up to make breakfast and had presents laying out on the table when I walked down the stairs after getting more sleep. I'm the mother I am because of the supportive and caring husband I have at home on my team.
|Brave girl at her sleep study|
|Being a ham|