On Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, Muffin was woken by her sister and would not, could not, get back to sleep. Nomi got less than an hour of sleep, and I got about three hours, which severely impacted my Wednesday. (How could it not?) The next night, it was a little easier, as Squeaker managed to sleep better, but Muffin didn't, and we still had to trade off. Finally, on Thursday night/Friday morning, they seemed to get back to normal – or what passes for normal, anyway.
Nomi and I had a good weekend; shabbat morning services at Kadimah, lunch with good friends, a visit from Nomi's parents on Sunday. But in a way, the highlight of the weekend was when the whole Burstein family got a two-hour nap on Sunday morning. We knew Muffin could sleep that long for a nap, but for Squeaker to do so as well is a blessing.
As for last night...
Muffin woke up at around 3 am, unable to get back to sleep without rocking. Nomi and I took turns, and as a result, we're both tired again today.
I love each stage, but I'm looking forward to the day when the kids can get out of bed themselves and pour themselves bowls of cereal.
