Briar woke up at 1:25am. Screaming. Standing in her crib, grasping the rails and just screaming. My eyes felt like they were being slashed with razor blades. You’d think I’d get used to the middle of the night cries and they’d stop hurting so much. But no, it was like I was back in week four of her life and it felt as if I was enduring prolonged sleep deprivation at the hands of a capricious and malevolent creature. Not to say that I don’t and haven’t always adored Briar, but those early months take you to the brink of insanity with the sleepless nights. I woke up this morning with a sinking feeling in my stomach, remembering those razor blades… Yep. I slept…