That's right, day 4 people. And yesterday, I even told him that it would be nice if he would get up with her in the middle of the night once in a while. Boy was I just waisting precious oxygen.
She cried at 4. I got up, shushed her back to sleep. She cried at 6. I put her back to bed while my loving husband rolled over to get more comfortable.
His alarm goes off at 6:15. Must have been nice to get those few more minutes of extra sleep.
To top it off, I bet it was a nice 30 minute shower he took while I listened to her scream in my ear as I begged her to lay down with me.
**As my sister pointed out to me yesterday, I sounded pitiful and pathetic complaining about having to get out of bed before 7 in the morning. My point to the story was that I have had to get up before 7 after having already been up all night. Now, someone feel bad? Aside from Heather, who, from her comment, has been in my shoes and knows how I'm feeling.