From what I remember.
OK, that's not entirely fair. Sawyer is sleeping pretty well. He's doing extremely well when you consider that he was a preemie. And Durel takes a night feeding every night, because he's awesome like that.
Regardless, being woken by a screaming imp at 3 AM totally stinks. No matter how cute the imp is. No matter how good the coffee tastes. No matter how much you like the quiet stillness of the morning when it's just you and your vanilla-scented baby.
Sawyer is perplexed by my deep desire to sleep during the nighttime hours, uninterrupted.
|You want me to sleep through the night?|
Mother. I'm doing the best I can here.
Eat, sleep, poop, smile, repeat. It's a lot to remember.
|I'm cute, right? Doesn't that help?|
Like, so cute that 3 AM is totally fine?
|I know, I know. I'll work on it.|
And yes, I am so awesome.