I went home pretty late 2 days ago. Andrea was sound asleep and I gently layed her down her crib being very careful not to wake her up.
Ruy was not at home and so I was the only one there to take care of Andrea.
30 minutes after, Andrea started fidgetting and I knew she was already hungry. I gave her her bottle and then left. That’s usually how it works with us. Andrea holds the bottle and then slowly goes back to sleep.
I checked on her 15 minutes after and I saw the bottle with the nipple unscrewed. The bottle was at her foot, the nipple elsewhere and milk spilled all over her bedding. I was at a loss as to what I should do. Andrea was still sleeping soundly seemingly unaware of the mess she has created. Moving her would of course wake her up, while not moving her could bring her pneumonia and ant bites.
I couldn’t call the yaya cause she was sleeping in the room downstairs while we were on the 2nd floor. I got a washcloth, and wiped Andrea’s entire body, before changing her pjs. At this point Andrea was wide-awake and quite happy to be on “Mom and Dad’s” bed. I couldn’t change the beddings of her crib as I had nowhere to leave her. I couldn’t leave her on the bed when she’s happily standing up and running around the bed. I had no choice but to let her sleep on our bed….of course sleep came 2 hours after this entire incident.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t sleep because I was feeling paranoid. I half expect Andrea to roll off the bed or Andrea to wake up while I was asleep and crawl off the bed. These thoughts were very powerful instruments in suppressing sleep.
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