that sometimes the things I consider a cross are really a blessing.
A couple weeks ago, my baby abruptly stopped sleeping through the night. It seems she's teething. Every night I hope that this will be the night she will go back to sleeping ten or eleven hours at a stretch. Every night I am disappointed. Last night, I was still wide awake, tossing and turning (and probably driving my poor husband crazy) when she woke up. I could tell that state of affairs could have gone on for several more hours. By rocking my baby to sleep, I effectively rocked my self to sleep as well. After I put her back in her crib, I went back to bed and fell asleep immediately.
This morning, when I woke feeling relatively rested, I thanked my guardian angel for the help.