Recently, my sister-in-law and I were talking about her little one, who's been having trouble sleeping. I made some comment about how difficult it is to have interrupted sleep, and how it always makes me wonder how I survived the feeding-every-two-hours stage.
It's like I cursed myself.
Since then, L will not sleep. He just cries and cries and stays up way too late and makes sure that I look and feel 10 years older in the morning. It's probably a stage. He's sick, or is having a growth spurt, or his newfound independence is giving him separation anxiety or something.
I don't know. I'm too tired to think.
But the other night, I went into his room after he'd been crying a while, and found that E had crawled into the crib with L, had wrapped his arms around his baby brother, and fallen asleep that way. L was still crying, but E's show of comfort and affection made me melt.
I'm so lucky to have kids. Even when they don't sleep.