I think I was up six times last night. Actually, I lost track. It's could have been seven.
Selah's bottom teeth are coming in. No wait, there's one on the top coming in, too. Who knew that three little teeth could cause such misery and anguish. Just when I would get back to sleep, the whimper--or sometimes jolting cry--would come streaming through the monitor. How in the world do men sleep through that??