irony at 4am

I’m totally snickering at myself, and also dreading how exhausted I will be tomorrow.

(Oh wait, I mean today.)

Why is it that when Rainbow wakes every four hours or so for a bottle, or at least a paci-reinsert and a mobile restart, I think that surely he’ll be sleeping through the night soon and won’t that be great?!

And then when he does sleep all night long – seriously, from about 8:30 until 5:30 – I am a wreck. I woke up about 2:30 and didn’t sleep after that. I couldn’t stop going to his cradle to make sure he was breathing, that he was comfy, that he wasn’t in distress.

(OMG! Why has he been sleeping for the past two hours with his head over to the side like that??!)

(Perhaps because it’s the ideal way to sleep, dumbass – on baby’s back, with his head to the side. GO TO SLEEP.)

All of which would be fine (HELLO, afternoon nap!) except I have a mama doctor’s checkup this morning and we are out of important grocery items (like all bread products, including tortillas and crackers) and errands tend to mess up the whole nap thing.

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The finalization, by the way, was short and easy and, most importantly, completed.

The judge asked us various questions to make sure that we understood what we were doing, the funniest of which was:

When he takes the car out in the middle of the night when he’s sixteen and bangs it up, you understand that he’s still your child, the same as if he had been born to you?

Yup.