My little 10-month-old niece is a gem of a baby. She’s happy and content—a very, very good baby.
But I’m exhausted.
And really it had nothing to do with the baby herself. Overall, last night she did well. She slept in the playpen until around 2:00 am and then I put her in bed with me where she slept until around 7:00am. She’s a wiggler, and if the pacifier falls out of her mouth it wakes her up. But she didn’t cry, just fussed until it was out back in and then she was out once more.
Why am I tired you ask?
Because all night I had dreams about the baby—taking care of the baby, diapering the baby, losing the baby. I just talked to Scott a minute ago and I told him I dreamt about caring for my niece, and he asked me if I remembered getting up out of bed and searching around the playpen for something during the night saying her baby stuff was missing. Well, I don’t remember any of that, but it’s very plausible.
No wonder I’m tired.
Not only did I take care of a real baby during the day, but I ended up caring for a dream baby during the night.
So right now, I am still in my pjs and I’m planning on a nap. I’m sleepy.
I love that little cutie pie, squishy face, angel girl, and I would be more than willing to keep her overnight again.
But the dream baby has got to go.