I swear the middle of the night is when I am most productive. I want to clean the dishes, fold the laundry, pick up things… I don’t want to stop. Most of the time, I have to force myself to go to bed because if I don’t, little baby girl will wake up as soon as my head hits the pillow and I end up with about 2 hours of solid sleep.
Tonight, after I made my way to our room, I saw my precious girl drifted away in dreamland in her hot pink fleece sleeper. Her perfect little face, so content.
Lately, I have had the hardest time letting her sleep in her room. Is there such thing as mommy sleep regression? I always end up walking to her room, grabbing her out of her crib, and putting her in her bed side sleeper in my room. Maybe I have attachment issues? Or maybe I’m a normal mother feeling the innate biological urge to constantly be with my baby. Eh, social media will tell you I’m crazy.
Well I better force myself to sleep. Thank you midnight speed.
raww motherhood 
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