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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

She’s making 4:00 naps a regular thing on Sunday afternoons.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

Too much easter for this little one last Sunday.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

This was the first time that they rolled into each other in their sleep and cuddled up. Once we move the baby out of our room, I plan to put her in with her sister. I’m not comfortable with either of them being an entire floor away from us over night for quite a few years to come, so they get to double up. Why is it that most houses only have one bedroom on the same floor as the master bedroom? It’s just plain inconvenient, not to mention unsafe when you have small children. This little snuggle made me happy, because to me, it was the tiniest of steps towards that goal of them both sleeping together (without me!) and relying on each other for comfort. Also it was damn cute.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

Subsequent children have it a little harder when it comes to naps. All of her naps yesterday happened either in the carrier or in my lap. We left the house right after breakfast to head out and weren’t back until lunch time. This resulted in her afternoon nap lasting until 5:30 but somehow she was asleep before 10:00pm so at least there’s that.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

This week gets a selfie, because those little baby eyes just kill me. I grabbed my phone right after she woke up one morning, to try and capture her sleepy snuggles. I managed to get it right before she shot up and started jumping around.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

Two little girls in my bed. I’m trying to convince the five year old not to scream at the top of her lungs when she wakes up in the middle of the night, and the substitution seems to be her making her way into our room.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

They both went to bed before 8:00pm last night for the first time in a very long time. The baby still woke up an hour after for milk, but it still felt like an accomplishment. And the jury is still out on whether or not the 8:00 bedtime is worth the 6:00am wake up.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

While everyone was sick, I ended up with both girls in bed with me, while their father was hacking up a lung to the point of vomiting, in the guest room. The five year old seems to have stuck with the pattern of climbing into bed in the middle of the night. It’s probably a habit I’ll regret at some point, but right now it feels easy and comfortable so I’m not complaining. Lately I feel acutely aware of how quickly they are growing, and time is passing, and I feel the window of time when she wants more independence looming, so I’ll take all the cuddles in while I can.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

We got hit hard by a virus this week, this girl especially. She was the sickest I have ever seen her, and for the first time since she was an infant, I paged cardiology on the weekend. After two doctors visits, we finally discovered that she had pneumonia. She rebounded quickly once on meds, and seems to be almost clear of symptoms with the exception of a runny nose and lingering cough. Her sister and I are right behind her, and almost over this as well. Her father on the other hand, seems to be in the thick of it right now. We’ve decided to avoid pretty much any and everything, for the remainder of the flu seasons, in hopes that we don’t end up with the actual flu as well. As my five year old said about 100 times this week, I hate being sick.

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A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

Our household has finally been hit with one of the many things going around. There’s fevers and coughs, and it’s really only the five year old who is really sick so far. In our house that means even less sleep than normal, and pulse oximeters come out. The level of anxiety I have anytime sickness of this level comes around is so high, I find myself wishing for years to pass and they’ll both be bigger and it won’t be so scary. But I know those years will just bring new worries, and I do so love these girls small like this. Hopefully this sickness passes quickly and we escape relatively unscathed.