So we had a shit week. Scarlett had me up all night, two nights in a row. Not her fault. She was either teething or having a growth spurt. Both nights consisted of 3 wakes up for whinging then crying then a cuddle. Then 1 wake up for a 4oz bottle. Which she drained both times.
I was absolutely shattered for 3 days. I think I only started to feel “normal” today. She has never really done the “waking in the night” thing. Even when she was newborn, she’d sleep in 4 hour increments. So I was blissfully able to get 3-4 hours at a time. So this was a hard pill to swallow this week, her waking up. I feel incredibly blessed she’s such a brilliant sleeper the other 95% of the time.
Today we opened our advent calendars. Scarlett really liked her Paw Patrol one.
Scarlett went to bed at 8:30. I had my dinner and watched Blindspot with my brother. Now I’m going to jump in the bath so I can shave my legs. Can’t wear a dress with furry legs lol bring on the xmas do tomorrow!!