Santa is an ass-hole, really. I asked for 1 thing. 1 measly little thing, and he didn't come through.
All I wanted for Christmas was for G to sleep through the night. Didn't happen. In fact, last night he slept horribly, waking up every 2-3 hours. He is at the 3-month mark so perhaps this is that alleged growth spurt babies are supposed to have around this time.
I am trying hard to accept that G is not N (the perfect sleeping 8 hours a night at 4-weeks of age baby). He has his own design and plan.
But damn, Momma needs some sleep, boy!
Maybe the Easter Bunny will answer my prayer.
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