The Universe is a crotchety little turd sometimes, y’all. See, I thought I had a good baby in Emma. A baby who sleeps. Anyhwere! Anytime! Swaddled! Unswaddled! White noise! No white noise! SLEEP! And then the 4 month wakeful and this newfound love of go-go-going happened and things just haven’t been right since. Emma MUST…