Four In the Morning...

Stay up 'til four in the morning and the tears are pouring and I wanna make it worth the fight...

I think Gwen Stefani said that first... she must have been singing about new moms.

Moana had one of those nights last night where she just wanted to be awake all night and wiggle and squirm and scream and eat and poop and pee then pee again all over herself and the changing table while you're changing her poopy diaper (again) and then eat some more before squirming and kicking until I was at my wits end and I woke Scott up and performed the hand-off at 5:00 AM.

Ugh.

I'm looking forward to when she's old enough to learn how to self-soothe herself to sleep. I swear I would have tried it last night but then everyone in the house would have been awake and as frustrated as I was. She's still little and sometimes (ok, most of the time) just needs to be held.