I am exhausted. Six months of interrupted sleep has taken it's toll. The other night I woke up to Aviva crying. I stumbled into our closet, because that is where she sleeps, in a bassinet that she probably outgrew a month ago, and picked her up. She started crying even harder and I held her up to my shoulder. I put one hand down on her bottom and thought, "what in the world? Is that her knee or something that came out of her pajamas? What?" It wasn't until I laid her down on my bed that I realized I had picked her up upside down.
That's right, I am delirious.