Infant stage again.......

And queue scene....

Putting girls to bed. Mia is freaking out like she has been the last few nights. She refuses to lay down. I leave the room. She yells for me while crying. My heart breaks. I go in and take her out of her crib and proceed to rock her. She passes out within five minutes. I stand up and lay her in her bed. She wakes and holds onto my neck like a monkey. I hold her while

 standing and rocking. She falls asleep within five minutes. I lay her in her bed. She wakes and puts me in another choke hold. I hold her. repeat. Choke hold. So I do the unthinkable. I climb into her crib with her and lay there like a packed sardine. My leg starts cramping. Mia is snoring. I grab both sides of the crib to hoist myself up. I'm stuck. Mia's legs are on mine. What do I do? I start to panic. I prop myself up slowly. Mia moves. I stop breathing. Mia snores. I sit up. Mia yells for me. I exhale and tell her I'm there. She tells me to lay down. I tell her I'm to big for her bed. She's silent. I try to slowly stand up. My legs are numb now. Mia freaks. I jump out of the crib and Mia is now standing up. I tell her I'll lay down with her while putting my head against hers. She's too smart and knows better. Dang. I then fold my whole body over and lay my head on her pillow while my feet are in the air/touching the ground. (Hey, I'm short) Mia starts snoring. I slowly lift myself up. Stop. Listen. Nothing. Silence. I walk out of the room about 45 minutes later. Silence. Nothing. I gave in. Mia won this time. Sleeping Mia=exhausted mommy from all this Tom foolery.

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