It was brutal people. If I had known any national security secrets they would have been seriously gone if someone would have promised she would stop. There were a few breaks in there, like when she went to sleep...and then spit up...all over herself. Gary and I passed her back and forth when we needed a break or Abigail needed something. She was horse (hoarse?) she cried so much. At first I felt bad for her. Babies don't cry for no reason right? But dang if after hours I just wanted her to be quiet!! And go to sleep!! So I could go to sleep. Finally at 11:40, she finally...finally went to sleep and stayed asleep.
Of course, she is her sunshiny self this morning. And we are the walking dead.
Coffee...coffee...where is my coffee...