...after she woke up shrieking yet again, and stayed in her crib sobbing until Drew just couldn't take it anymore and took her into bed with him and they fell asleep together. I had gone to the basement guest room at his urging and fell blissfully alseep to the sound of ocean waves on a CD that is on permanent replay.
"Oh, Macbeth, you can take lessons from Rachel about murdered sleep," Drew murmured to her as she sat in her high chair, beaming at him as if nothing was amiss. "Who need knives when you have a piercing scream? Who needs knives when you have a piercing shriek of a baby?"
Luckily today was my day off, so as soon as I dropped her off at daycare and did a couple of other things, I crawled into bed and absolutely crashed for about two hours. I could have used 3 more hours of sleep, but I had to buy Mom a Mother's Day gift and mail it. Then I went to the gym for a spin class and am feeling like a new woman after not having exercised for about the last two weeks. That almost justified the chocolate cupcake I had for dessert tonight.
I came across this verse in an old notebook just now, which Drew and I started singing one day to the tune of "Pretty Woman":
Pretty baby
crawlin' up my lap
pretty baby
won't you take a nap
pretty baby
'cause you look sleepy
as can be
Can't you be sleepy
Just like me?
Pretty baby
strollin' down the street...
The words stopped there. I'm sure Rachel did something cute or awful to distract us, so we never got back to it. Please feel free to fill in the rest.
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