Please, please, please, I'm begging you, please help Stella get to sleep. And sleep through the night. I'm not sure if You read my blog. I don't see Your icon over in my "Followers" widget. In case you haven't been reading, Stella has been having some sleeping issues the past week or so, the past few days in particular. We thought it was her teeth. Then we thought it was poop. But she did a good poop today. And yet she's still is fighting sleep tonight. She's so tired. She couldn't even eat dinner. She kept laying her head down on the table. On the way home she fell asleep in the car. So fast asleep that I was able to unsnap her, carry her upstairs and almost get her into her PJs without her waking up. It's the almost part that killed me.
Is she sick? Is she just overtired? Does she need a snuggly? Some music? We feel like we've tried everything. Now we're at the end of our rope. Well, at least I am.
So. Now. Now she's crying. Crying her little eyes out. Big, sobbing, heaving crying. But she's got to sleep right? So why do I feel like my skin's been peeled back and needles are being stuck directly into my nerve endings. Like my heart has been ripped out and broken into a million little pieces. She will stop crying, right? Because the past few nights ~ we've gone in and soothed her, rocked her, cuddled her, and as soon as we put her back in the crib ~ crying. Unless it's 10 p.m. and she's so stinkin' tired she can't fight it anymore.
Whatever You can do to help would be appreciated. She's tired. I'm tired. We're all tired. And tired is just the pits.
Please, please, please, I'm begging you, please help Stella get to sleep. And sleep through the night. I'm not sure if You read my blog. I don't see Your icon over in my "Followers" widget. In case you haven't been reading, Stella has been having some sleeping issues the past week or so, the past few days in particular. We thought it was her teeth. Then we thought it was poop. But she did a good poop today. And yet she's still is fighting sleep tonight. She's so tired. She couldn't even eat dinner. She kept laying her head down on the table. On the way home she fell asleep in the car. So fast asleep that I was able to unsnap her, carry her upstairs and almost get her into her PJs without her waking up. It's the almost part that killed me.
Is she sick? Is she just overtired? Does she need a snuggly? Some music? We feel like we've tried everything. Now we're at the end of our rope. Well, at least I am.
So. Now. Now she's crying. Crying her little eyes out. Big, sobbing, heaving crying. But she's got to sleep right? So why do I feel like my skin's been peeled back and needles are being stuck directly into my nerve endings. Like my heart has been ripped out and broken into a million little pieces. She will stop crying, right? Because the past few nights ~ we've gone in and soothed her, rocked her, cuddled her, and as soon as we put her back in the crib ~ crying. Unless it's 10 p.m. and she's so stinkin' tired she can't fight it anymore.
Whatever You can do to help would be appreciated. She's tired. I'm tired. We're all tired. And tired is just the pits.
Please.
Love,
Megan