Or maybe they do...but that's another job entirely.
I found myself rubbing Bellerina's back at 5:15am and chanting, "please go back to sleep, please go back to sleep".
We drove down to NJ on Thursday night so VERY early Friday morning I found myself trying to hush my daughter back to dreamland while she struggled with her desire to sleep and therefore be a semi-sane baby for the rest of the day, and her stronger desire to see her Mema.
She knew that somewhere beyond the door of the guest room there was a whole world of relatives who she hadn't seen since December.
My massage skills were only good enough to calm her down until 6:30.
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