last night I put Chloë to bed at 7:15pm.
By 8:30pm she let out a cry..and after a few minutes of fussing went back to sleep. At 9:15pm she cried out again, and again, fell back asleep within a few minutes. From then on, until about 1am, she proceeded to wake up every hour for a few minutes, crying out before falling back asleep.
When she woke up this morning at 7:45am, she didn't seem bothered by her night of interrupted sleep, so maybe she doesn't remember it. While I feel bad for her, and wish she could have slept better, I also wish I didn't remember my own night of interrupted sleep. Like her, I wish I could have slept better. But such is life, or rather--such is motherhood.
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