At 1:30 in the morning, Harper began to cry. She was calling for Sara. Sara, however, was dealing with this:
As a result, I got out of bed (who likes sleeping anyway), grabbed a pacifier and went into Harper's room. I found this:
I reached in to the crib and rubbed her back, stroked her hair, and she put her head back down. Every time I stopped, she would sit up again.
I put a stuffed animal on the floor and lay down, stretching my arm into the crib to play with her hair. I have no idea how much time had passed by the time I was able to army-crawl out the door and back into bed, but it didn't matter.
No matter how bad today is, I will be able to lift myself back up by remembering how I was able to soothe my daughter in the middle of the night.
Does someone want to pay me to be a stay-at-home dad?