After four nights of being unable to sleep horizontal, The Girl finally was able to lay down last night. Which means that Christie and I didn't have to take turns letting her sleep upright on our chests, which makes last night the closest I've come to 8 hours of sleep in almost a week.
So why I am I so much more tired today than I was yesterday?
Oh, who cares? I've got my girl back. We went all day Sunday without a single smile, let alone a giggle, and it sucked. Withdrawal from baby smiles is a bitch.