Kulia continues her descent into the realm of sleeplessness. She is following in her big sister’s footprints. She awoke last night at 2am and we haven’t been able to get her back to sleep for more than 20 minutes. It is now noon. This means my youngest daughter has been awake and fighting sleep for about 10 hours. When I named her Kulia, which means endurance or to stand firm, I never imagined she’s stake her ground so early in life.

So my mom has been watching me slowly freak out over the last week as Kulia slides from sleeping sweet newborn into overtired and shrieky baby. She says I have to change my mind set and tell myself to think positive. So instead of saying, “I can’t make it through six months of this”, I need to say, “It’s only six months, that isn’t very long.” Easy for her to say, she leaves in two days. I’m the one stuck waking up three times a night for the next six months and dealing with an overtired screaming infant all day long. But, in a way, she is right. I don’t have a choice. Kulia is Kulia. She doesn’t sleep during the day and only sleeps for two or three hours at night. This is just who she is and all the panic attacks and anxiety won’t change her. It will just change me. So I guess for the forseeable future there will be two sleep deprived and crabby people in this house.

Poor Kevin. Poor Leina. They’re going to be stuck with two grumps for quite a while!