at my wits end.

last night mike worked. i had to put lacey to bed, but i had a plan.

I called my friend and we decided to go for a walk and get lacey outside in the fresh air and "wear her out."

I came home, did the bedtime thing, fed her a bottle, and 10 minutes later she was out like a light. PERFECT.

Fast Forward 2.5 hours....

Mike comes home, eats quick and is coming to bed. He has to be up at 5:00 a.m. for work. Suddenly, I hear lacey starts screaming frantically from her room. I get up, but mike is already in there calming her down. Tells me he'll take care of it and I should go back to bed. I was feeling like crap anyway so I said cool.

He calmed her down and came to bed. Not 10 minutes later she starts crying again. Ugh, its about midnight now. this time I go in, How many times can you rock your child to sleep, just to have them wake up screaming when you lay them down??

5....
15...
20...
30.....

I don't know because I lost count.

Then I did what I SWORE i would never, ever, ever do.

I brought her in my bed. And she FINALLY fell asleep. Time: 3:30 am.

Then I carefully carried her to her crib. Miracle upon miracle she stayed asleep.

She woke up at 6:30 am. Crying and crying and crying. Duh, she's exhausted.

Fed her, changed her, Got myself some breakfast. Put her down for a nap 30-crying minutes later.

Can someone please give me some insight as to what is up with her?!?! She was so zone-y last night it was kinda freaky. Teeth? Separation issues? It was the hardest night to date and both Mike and I were thinking "why on earth are we having ANOTHER? and "why are we parents to begin with?"