Sweet Dreams

Mykayela is our sweet baby girl. She's beautiful and the culmination of our love: yeah, ok, so that's sappy, who cares? it's TRUE!

Anyway, this blessed bundle of joyous love, the radiating warmth of life we snuggle with each night became the world's loudest eternal screaching siren. Last night this siren was set for whatever moment dear mommy and daddy desired to close our little eyes and immerse ourselves into the gentle inviting arms of the sandman. She pleasantly laid on the bed, sweetly sleeping--glowing even--as she danced with the stars UNTIL Mark and I closed OUR eyes, at which point she IMMEDIATELY started screaming. I tried nursing her--because that's what she projected to be her desire; however, it was not the soothing goodness it has been in the past. There was no magical knockout lastnight--oh NO...she was not going to be comforted. It was horrible. I took her upstairs and went room to room...walked and walked, we swayed and bounced, we rocked and rocked and rocked until...she was still, she was quiet, she was SLEEPING. I broke out my stealthiness, floated down to our bedroom and tried to catch a few "Z"s while it was still dark...I was just beginning to recognize the beckoning voice of our beloved sandman when: SCREAMMMM! Ugh! Are you kidding me?!!! Nurse. nurse. nurse. Pat. pat. pat. Plead and beg. Somewhere in time, some point I cannot decifer, sleep saved me...just in time for MARK'S ALARM! Man, I'm telling you. There are times when time isn't enough.