Crazy things we do for our bubs

Last evening, Little Foot went to sleep around her normal bedtime. I fell asleep with her, then  got up before midnight to shower and intended to tackle some work that I brought home.

I never even got to take the laptop out of my bag.

Around midnight, she suddenly woke up and cried inconsolably.  Refused to latch, didn’t want to be rocked,  kicked me when I put her in the Tula. We carried her all over the house trying many ways to get her to stop. Entire house woke from the mayhem. I left her with Papa who was also trying in futile to make her stop crying.  Finally I walked out, carried her and brought her to the fridge to choose a packet drink and gave her an extra straw.

Then the sobbing stopped. And she proceeded to watch a YouTube video of bedtime songs (I know, don’t judge me if you are in the “anti-videos and TV for children” camp), while playing with the packet drink and straw.

Ok. We were relieved.  Then after awhile (15 to 20 mins?), she pointed in the direction of our walk-in wardrobe walk – in and started bawling again.

Trust me, Papa Long and I had this “wtf?!” moment. So creepy can?!

And then we start all over again.

Bring her to living room, turn on aircon there, let her play with the whole packet of straws (its all gone…gotta go Daiso buy more). Watch more videos. By then Papa and I were so stoned.

She calmed down and I carried her back to the room.

AND THEN SHE STARTED BAWLING AGAIN!

*pulls hair*

Finally I said “ok, we go gai gai, we go gai gai”. Strapped her in a Tula wearing my Paul Frank print night dress. Then papa and I went to patrol our entire estate with Little Foot holding 4 straws in Tula. At about 2.30am. What a sight we must have looked!

Eventually she was a little sleepy finally and we went back up and I finally managed to get her to lie down and nursed to sleep.

3am.

FML.

Woke up at 7.30 am this morning to see her peaceful face. While I rushed to get my work done and get to office.

I’m glad I’m alive.

Luckily she looks so cute even in her sleep.

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I’m sure years down the road, this will be a good story to tell her.

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