I know I say this every time I travel, but geez, jet lag sucks. But it REALLY sucks when your 16-month-old can't sleep. Honestly, on Tuesday or Wednesday of this week (when I was sure Tully was never going to sleep normally again, and thus nor was I) I thought I would lose my mind. My sleep deprivation combined with her sleep deprivation = near breakdown.
We spent the entire week in this weird slow motion with each day coming to a close at 7:00/7:30, at which time Tully was nearly falling asleep in my arms. Then I'd put her to bed and she'd fall asleep. "She's asleep," I'd say to Andrew, and we'd sigh, crossing our fingers and waiting. But then, no, no, within an hour or two, she'd start to cry. This strange, deep cry. And she wouldn't stop. She'd cry and cry. And the only way to comfort her was to hold her. But the funny thing was, she was crying in her sleep. She was just so tired and so out of whack that she couldn't sleep on her own; but if one of us was holding her, she just snored her cute little snore in our arms. So we held her. For hours and hours. (That part was actually quite sweet.)
We were like three bleary-eyed zombies for the past seven days.
BUT...all things pass.
And last night Tully slept from 7:00 until...well, it's 6:30 a.m. and she's not awake yet...without crying. And I slept from 11:30 until 5:45ish...which for me is about normal.
I got an amazingly wonderful foot massage last night, had a good dinner at Pane e Vino on Maoming Road, and got a good bit of work done yesterday.
Now it's time to get back up to speed on the rest of my life...and my blogging. I feel like I've been away from this thing forever.
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