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I’m going on at least my seventh consecutive day of 3 or less hours of sleep. Talk about aging…the bags under my eyes could rival Benicio del Toro’s any day. I assure myself that it won’t be much longer but then I read articles about how mothers are still not sleeping with a 9-month-old and that’s 4 months away! It is a good thing that you conveniently forget these hard early months or I might not have had this one. I definitely collected quite a few more wrinkles after I went through this with my son over 2 years ago so I’m not looking forward to really analyzing the affects number 2 is having. I used to say sleep was over rated and “you’ll sleep when you’re dead” as I went on a week long bender of being out all night and getting up early for work. It seemed worth it then. Now I don’t know how I functioned. I guess I didn’t have to run, jump, slide, make paper hats and pb&js all day back then…but then again I am also noticing how less resilient I am now. Last night was the first night of my tough love approach at getting baby girl to sleep longer hours at night. First step was getting her in her crib and out of my bed. She’s still asleep in there now so I call that a success. Next step will be pushing my response time further… I’ll get back to you all on the aging once I’ve had a little more sleep!