A timeline …
Last night: Syd tipped over in her bath and swallowed a mouthful of water. I caught her mid-tip, but I wasn't fast enough. Had to take a few minutes to clutch my coughing baby to my chest and WEEP.
Early this morning: Came into her room at 3:30 a.m. because the girl was HOWLING. Cold in her bedroom. We forgot to turn on the heat. Takes one hour to soothe her back to sleep in the rocking chair.
Later this morning: Called again to her room at 6 a.m. Sydney has somehow figured out how to roll over WHILE SWADDLED. Unfortunately she has no idea how to roll back with no arms for leverage. She was pinned with her face in the slats of her crib. I flipped her over, gave her a paci and went back to bed.
Two hours later: Still swaddled and FLIPPED AGAIN. Face down on her mattress and HOWLING for help. BECAUSE I KEPT HER SWADDLED.
Just now: Look over from my computer and see my daughter giggling and playing on her blanket … with her own spit-up.
WORST. MOTHER. EVER.