Sleep. Need Sleep.

Our baby, our precious baby, decided to sleep very little this weekend. Friday night, she woke up twice during the night to eat, then decided that 5am would be a great time to wake up for good. Andrew took her downstairs to play; she was ready for a nap by 7, so we got another hour or so of sleep, but we felt like zombies as we drove down to Napa to visit Beth and Nate. Fortunately, they, too, had had a difficult family sleep night, so we were all just a little sleepy together. Enjoying a lovely lunch in the sunshine seemed to help a lot. It was a perfect day to drive to Napa—sunny and warm, with the hills a beautiful green dotted with yellow mustard flowers. In just a couple of months this verdant landscape will be nothing more than deathly parched straw; but for now, the rainy season we’ve had made for a very nice drive. Lucia seemed happy to be there too, even giving big smiles to the Clarks instead of the sober, wary stare she usually gives people who aren’t Andrew or me.

Sunday she was up at the slightly more decent hour of 6:30, though she’d still woken up twice during the night. One time, I could handle; but two times just makes me tired, and today, after another two-feeding night, I feel wiped out. Will there ever be a time when we aren’t this tired? I know she should be sleeping through the night by now, or at least down to one feeding, but feeding her seems to be the only way she'll go back to sleep. And so on we go.