Sleep Terrorist Strikes Again

Another sleepless night. Poor Peanut seems to have such a bad tummy. Her nightly Night Cap of Alcoholic Gripe Water is a must and even that doesn't help sometimes. She also just seems to need less sleep than her brother.
It can be so hard to see the benefits of parenthood at 2a.m.. Papa took her downstairs for a rock in the chair for almost 3 hours (from 4-7a) so I could get a bit of sleep without her attached. And then of course she fell asleep when the rest of the world needed to get up and start the day. But when she wakes up and looks at us with those big eyes and chubby cheeks ...such joy on her face to see us there - it reminds me why I endured 15 hours of labour epidural-free. For this gift.
As my mother says, this too shall pass. And I'm sure it will pass all too quickly. So I'll take the midnight wake-ups and cuddle times.
Just don't comment on how tired I look or I might burst into tears.