Just a quick interlude of cute…
When I’m going through a tough time, apparently my favorite activity is to lay on my bed, listen to Johnny Cash, and pretend those tears in my eyes are allergies and nothing more. And that’s where this story begins.
I guess I had started idly, without really thinking about it, singing “It Ain’t Me, Babe” to Sarah at night. It wasn’t like I would put her to bed and sing it and make a big deal out of it…it was just one of those things that started happening.
Last night she had the hardest time going to sleep. I tried E V E R Y T H I N G…a bath, a feed, new PJs, a massage, even swaddling, that’s how desperate I was. Everything I tried was met with an indignant baby squawk…so sorry for offending you, princess!
It was around 1:30 in the morning when I finally figured it out, standing outside her door while she grizzled and shouted and probably pulled all of her NG tubing out (thankfully, no)…”go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed…” She was asleep before the song was over.
So sorry, Princess. It won’t happen again.