There’s no other explanation. On Saturday night the devil possessed Baby Girl.
She woke at 2:10 & despite our best efforts, our smoothest tricks, even trying her with a bottle, Baby Girl cried & cried & cried & cried until 8am when she finally succumbed to exhaustion. From 4am, barely able to keep my eyes open any longer, I woke the Other Half & we took shifts until 8am when we too collapsed.
We’ve never had a night like it. It was worse than when she was a newborn. Not least because her lungs are that much stronger & her voice that much louder.
The cause? Wind. We think. But to be honest, we’re still not entirely sure.
Unfortunately, we had also lost track of time & for the first time since she was born both stayed up late until 1am. Not a mistake we’ll make twice.