Shira woke up at ten months completely unaware of how tired I've become. She was just excited to start another day. This is the card she plays. She wakes up 1,287 times* a night wanting to nurse, preventing me from getting any of that consolidated sleep I keep reading about in my baby sleep books, but then she wakes up and gives me this face. And then she has me.
Ten months is dangerously close to twelve months. I'm just saying.
Now, little one, go back to sleep.
*This number might not be entirely accurate.
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