Under-going maintenance & extreme re-writing
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Helaina and Andrew were the power couple of high school. Not many high school relationships were destined to become more than that, but everyone expected Helaina and Andrew to get married and last for...
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*two months later*
Hope rolled over onto her tummy on my bed, surrounded completely by a collection of pillows and blankets. It practically made it impossible for her to fall off.
I changed into a pair of loose PJ booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt that I probably bought from the thrift shop during my pregnancy. I love sleeping in oversized shirts.
"Are you ready for bed, bibs?" I asked rhetorically as I approached her. I hadn't even made it to her before she started screaming and crying.
At the mere mention of bed.
Just you wait, Hope Lee, in a couple years, you will be wishing you didn't throw a fit taking away precious time that could be spent sleeping.
Or a couple decades, when you have a baby of your own to stay up all night with.
I know I miss the days I could sleep in and go to bed early.
She rolled out of my reach when I went to grab her and I sighed. What a stubborn little princess. I do admire her tenacity though.
"Fine," I agreed. As I climbed under the covers with Hope, her screams settled to a quiet whimper. "No more rolling around."
Hope allowed me to move her next to me and she immediately cuddled against my chest. Maybe she was tired, after all, just not tired enough to sleep in her crib.
After about 15 minutes, when I was sure Hope was asleep, I rose from my bed with her in my arms and walked her over to her crib. She didn't even stir through all of the movement.
I tucked her blanket in around her small figure and returned to bed, ready for a good nights sleep.
Hope had slept for 5 hours straight last night, and the only reason she woke up is because she pooped.
It was the best I have slept in the past year.
I was more than ready for round 2.
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But Hope was not having that. Hope was not ready for round 2, apparently, judging by her cries that woke me up at 2 in the morning.
I've been told that sometimes babies just need to cry it out, but after waiting two minutes, I gave in. I hated the sound of her crying; it brought physical pain to my heart.
"What's wrong, Hope?" I murmured as I approached her crib.
What was wrong was the fact that Hope had thrown up next to her and ended up rolling in it.
"Oh baby..." I frowned, feeling terrible that I had waited two minutes to see what the problem was. I lifted her and started toward the bathroom, all while putting the back of my hand against her forehead as she continued to cry.
