Five more minutes!!

I've been up since 5am with little Miss Sophie. Cutting teeth is a painful, painful process and she just can't sleep. They say that if adults had to "grow" teeth like babies do, they would be on MAJOR pain meds. Unfortunately, the strongest thing I can give her is Infant Tylenol....and only every four hours. AND she can't ask for it or tell me when she's in pain - I just have to figure it out myself.

Poor kid.

It's one of those moments when you realize just how much your life has changed - it wasn't too long ago that I was GOING to bed at 5am, not getting out of it. And man, there isn't much you wouldn't do for just five. more. minutes. of sleep at that time of the morning.

When I was a baby, my parents had one of those old school rocking bassinets by their bedside. When I would start to fuss, they would have to get up, pick me up, and comfort me back to sleep. It only took them a few nights to devise a better way of rocking me back to sleep - they tied a dog leash to the bassinet and when I would start crying, they would gently tug on the leash to make the bassinet rock back and forth, lulling me back to sleep.

Parents of newborns will do ANYTHING for ten more minutes. five more minutes. ONE more minute of precious sleep.

But I'll tell you what - after all of the late nights and early mornings, it only takes ONE look at my little girl to realize that it's all worth it. She's the best thing I've ever done. Bar none.