Last Night...

... was terrible. Vivian woke up at 1 a.m. coughing and coughing and coughing. Then, she was awake. Wide awake. And upset. Very upset. So, Wes gave her a bottle, which we hoped would calm her down. It didn't. She was awake and ready to play. At that point, it was 2 a.m. We put her in the pack-n-play in our bedroom, awake, with the baby-light-display-go-to-sleep-mechanism playing. That thing usually works. It didn't. She just talked and talked and talked. And, if you know how Vivi "talks," you know that she sounds like a loud mouth dying cat. We tried to ignore her. And, we did... for like thirty minutes. Then, she started crying. Seriously crying. She was NOT tired and she was NOT going to be bamboozled by those cute little butterflies and bumble bees with people faces dancing and singing lullabies to her. No way, no how. So, we let her come into our bed with us (please refrain from emailing us about how that is likely the WORST thing to do- we know- but it was 2:45 in the morning and we were exhausted). Then, we snuggled. Still awake. We rocked. Still awake. We sang. Still awake. Finally, at 3:54 a.m. (yes, I was looking at the clock), Vivian dozed off. YES! Sleep at last!

Then, at 5:32 a.m. (again, looking at the clock), Gavin woke up. GREAT! Bottle, burp, sleep, back in the pack-n-play. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

About 30 minutes later, I woke up to a tiny little hand slapping me in the face and a tiny little voice cooing. It. Was. Vivian! How could she be awake again? She's Vivian. She's the unpredictable child. I gave her a bottle hoping that she would go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Nope. She was awake. Again. And, she's been awake ever since. It's now 8:45 a.m., Wes is at work, and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. But, the babes are happy. I guess that's what really matters. Damn babies.