So you know how when the baby starts crying at night, that uncontrollable high-pitched, someones stepping on a baby kind of cry and you go to her to try to comfort her with a blanket or a binkie or a boob and she wants NOTHING to do with any of it? Then you change her diaper, in case shes screaming from a pee- soaked bottom. And you change her jammies in case they are scratchy, and you take her temperature in case she isnt feeling well and you rub homeopathic junk on her gums in case those damn teeth are FINALLY deciding to cut thru? And still she screams like shes being whacked by a cattle prod? So you decide to go to your bed and lay back down because its 4am and she has been doing this every 3 hours since she went to bed? And then she finally, finally FINALLY stops screaming? And then you totally FREAK out because what if she stopped crying because she is dead? So then you sneak back into her room to check and see if she is still breathing? And to your amazement, she is sleeping and looks totally adorable? And then, you go to sneak quietly out of the room because your precious baby is finally getting some rest, and then you TRIP OVER THE FAN ON THE WAY OUT OF THE ROOM AND WAKE UP THE BABY???????
Yeah, I totally hate when that happens too.
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