Two steps forward

And one step back. We've had a few good nights- not even having "pacifier replacement calls"- but alas, not the last 2 nights. Poor little Dr. Dre- again, with the cold and runny nose, up every hour-or-so. I am somehow able to generate sympathy for her in the middle of the night; as tired as I am, I still feel sorry that she is feeling yucky can't breathe clearly (which is hard enough but add to that equation that she then can't suck on her pacifier and you double the problem).

Once day breaks, though, my sympathy seems to fade away! I wake up cranky and irritated that I got such a lousy night's sleep. I am short-fused and irritable. Even though I know just three hours earlier I was empathetic, now I am just pathetic.