Thank God she's finally asleep.

They warned me that I'd lose sleep, that babies cry a lot when they're little, and I thought I was prepared... but I never expected this.

Getting jolted awake every ten minutes at night by those shrill shrieks--heart pounding, thinking every time she's being stabbed, strangled, eaten by wolves--no one could make those heart stopping screams unless they were dying! But every time she's okay. My husband tells me it's normal, but what does he know? He's been out of town for two weeks so far, and it's been just me and her, me and her...

It felt sometimes like me versus her--and she was winning. I was shaking, dropping things, ready to drop dead from tiredness, but still she kept wailing, crying, keening like a lamb being slaughtered, while I tried to hold myself together but all really I wanted to do was grab her and shake her and scream SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!

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But now... Oh, thank God she's asleep. She's never slept this well before, and I'm sleeping well too, and I think I can feel my sanity coming back. I can hardly believe my luck.

I keep tiptoeing around the house so I don't wake her up. I don't even dare go into her nursery.

She's been asleep for three days straight so far and it's like some kind of miracle.