Whoever said sleep is overrated couldn’t have been sleep deprived. Saylor turned 8-months-old this week. And eight months ago is the last time I slept eight hours straight. I really only have myself to blame.

I broke the cardinal rule – I let her sleep with me. It started innocently enough. When I nursed her in bed, I was so over-tired that I end up falling asleep instead of putting her in the crib. One night turned into another and another and eight months later we’re still struggling. She falls asleep in her crib but still wakes up for a feeding.

Well this week, the nights got worse. She’s been waking herself up by trying to sit up or rolls to her belly and decides at 2:30 a.m. it’s a good time to practice crawling. Frustrated, she screams and screams some more. There was a baby boom here at the News Center and all the other moms tell me their babies are sleeping through the night. I tell Saylor this, but apparently she doesn’t care to succumb to peer pressure.

I keep reminding myself this is only temporary. Next month (hopefully next week!) she will be on to something else, but still what I wouldn’t give for a good night’s sleep.