It wasn’t quite 11:30 when I sat down with Sage. I figured she’d be asleep within half an hour — possibly optimistic, but not wildly outside her routine.
It is now 1:35, and I am still holding her. Attempts to put her down have been met with sudden wakefulness and reproach. I’m typing this one-handed.
I’m going to go try again. Wait here.
I’m getting exhausted, but she’s juuuuust fussy enough that I can’t even sleep in the recliner with her in my arms. Sometimes, when I’m really tired, I have odd audio hallucinations (for lack of a better word) as I’m falling asleep — noises like several radios all being rapidly manually tuned through the wavelength spectrum. I may hear words, notes, or just random vocal sounds in a range of voices. Upon waking, I can never remember a thing specifically that I’ve heard.
I’ve fought those off twice now just during this post.
It’s 1:45. I’m going to try again.
I didn’t even make it out of the living room.
But now she’s starting to scream. This is going to be a long night.