All's well that ends well....

Dear Peighton,

You woke up this morning with a bright smile and happy to be alive, as usual. I will confess that it was another rough night but instead of letting you cry and witholding feedings, I decided that I would nurse and put you back to sleep easily since you were injured (a bad idea to most parents I am sure but I couldn't resist, I felt so bad seeing you bleed and didn't want you to have to cry any more last night). Your finger seems to be just fine however and even managed to manhandle cherrios and toys all morning without bleeding or opening again. Thank goodness! Now we will just have to figure a way to get you to sleep through the night instead of waking up at 11:30pm, 4:30am, and awake for the day at 6:00am. This type of sleeping pattern is simply not going to work. So, my dear, when you heal, I am going to have to be mean mommy again and let you cry it out and never give you a breast in the middle of the night for this has lead to no sleep in the Mulligan household (resulting in a slightly crazed mother and father). This too shall pass! I love you.

Mom