Ugh. The Four Month Sleep Regression is here. Double ugh.
I have always found backslides in sleep to be one of the most frustrating things about parenthood. Emma had been sleeping great and I was really enjoying my full night of rest (knowing how lucky I was and thanking my stars for it every. single. night). So, when she woke up three times last Thursday night, I was hoping it was just a one-off.
She's been up at least once every night since then. Which I realize is par for the course with a young newborn. But I still don't love it.
The only good thing about the Sleep Regression this time around is that I know, like everything else, it's just a phase. She (hopefully, fingers crossed, prayers fervently said) will sleep again.
And so will I.