At the time baby Euna was in a dream routine and sleeping 7:00pm till 7:00am and my theory on how much happier you can be if you just "accept" the sleepless nights and feeding frustrations was much easier to swallow. I hate 20th July me. Smug *&@$£. Think she knows it all.
Today I am rubbing my eyes after a third night of ALL NIGHT waking and I whilst I recognise 20th July me is right, I felt the need to write to reaffirm my faith in her. After all I can't stop these teeth coming through. There's only so much pain relief the minuscule amount of Calpol that actually makes it down her neck is going to provide. I can't tell her crying won't help but I am sympathising.
So I just need to accept. Accept the fact she still went down like a dream but literally woke the SECOND I got in to bed at 10:30pm. Accept seeing the clock at 11, 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6:00am. Accept the husbands snoring every time I slip (briefly and foolishly) back in to bed. Accept the breastfeeding enforced caffeine restrictions the next day.
And most of all, as it's often the hardest part, accept that as soon as you've admitting defeat, got up and drank your first (sleep stopping) coffee THIS...
Lesson: Think whatever you got to think to keep your sense of humour.