I am fairly certain that Abigail got another tooth last night. She fights you when you try to look into her mouth but I'm pretty sure I felt that it had broken through this morning. Thank goodness. The night wasn't so hot (could have been worse!). She was up from 10:30 to 11:30 pm, then 4:00 am, and 6:00 am. She ate a lot at 4:00 am and 6:00 am, so I also wonder if it is a growth spurt.
We MUST come to some sort of conclusion about sleep and how to do what it is we want to do because this is one thing we (Andrew and I) don't see eye to eye on. I have agreed to let him - let her cry but last night he told me to shut both doors, turn off the monitor, and go to sleep (while she was crying). In my humble opinion, men obviously have no emotional connection to the fact that me, being a mom, would be no more likely to go to sleep while my daughter was in the next room screaming than if I were trying to sleep beside a jack hammer. Not happening. No way I could relax. So, I went in and fed her. She was so squirmy that she didn't eat much so I put her down in her crib. She fussed and tossed and turned for about 20 more minutes and went to sleep (on her own). She had also just been dosed with orajel and teething tablets so we were trying to take care of the pain.
I have rewritten parts of this post over and over again, trying to figure out what I should say and what I shouldn't say. So I'll just leave it at this . . . I am praying today that God would replace my heart of self-pity, selfishness, and negativity with a heart overflowing with selfless service, a loving nature, and a positive attitude. I simply cannot do it without Him!