The last thing John said last night was, “I love the man who invented that swing.”
I don’t want to jinx it, but our darling girl has given us much-needed 5-hour sleep stretches for the last three nights. Perhaps just as appreciated is that we can set her down into the swing before she’s asleep, and she’ll just look up, mesmerized by rotating leaves and birds, herself cooing away, as she gently drifts off into slumber.
The hilarious thing is that now we both associate the crooning of the swing’s mechanical-sounding lullaby with our own relaxation and sleep. As I hear it playing upstairs, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.
Anyone who criticizes this device as being a non-human babysitter has clearly not known 10 weeks of continuous sleep deprivation. We are abundantly appreciative of its existence.
anna in med school 