Pathetic
Few things are more pitiful than the thin, constricted croup-y wail of 2yo Guppy, who is usually robust in both body and voice. I think this is his third bout this winter. I’m hoping we may again be well, and have uninterrupted nights, until whatever the next crisis is.
Before I had kids, I assumed that sleep deprivation was something that was terrible at the beginning, and that got better and eventually disappeared. I didn’t expect it to come and go, waxing and waning like the moon over the years. No wonder so many mothers have sleep disorders.