It Gets Better. It Gets Better.

Sometimes, a parent must tell himself things like this, to maintain his sanity. Three nights running, for at least half of a nonstandard (short, from staying up late) sleeping period, #4 has been unable to sleep without being held comfortably by a parent. No, we don't have a manual on comfortable positions. No, what is comfortable now will not necessarily be comfortable in half an hour. No, you can't so much as slump your head on a couch pillow to fall asleep, even if the baby is mostly lying on couch pillows, because it will move (and thereby awaken) him. No, the other children will not sleep past dawn, regardless of how much rest you have managed to get.

Six months almost exactly, and a little cold, and a whole frikken MOUTHFUL of teeth trying to come through at once. It gets better, eventually. It gets better. It gets better . . . .