Last night, for the second time in 4 weeks I dreamt about feeding Eilish while 'sleeping' (it's not sleeping, it's cat napping) in between feedings. Then, when she wakes up to actually be fed I'm can't believe it because, 'hey, didn't I just feed you' - only to realize it was a dream - and I couldn't believe I had to do it again.
Speaking of feedings. I've fed that kid every 3-4 hours for the past 4 weeks which begs the question: Will she ever be full?
On Monday night Eilish spent her first night in her crib. I didn't sleep any longer but I definitely slept better not having her in our bedroom and if that makes me a bad Mama then so be it. She looked so small in the big crip in her jammies and sleep sack and I must have checked her 20 times and had the monitor on maximum. I can't believe someday she'll outgrow that crib.
Eilish cried pretty much all morning today - on and off from 7:30 to noon. This is new, it's never happened before, and I think it's gas related. Towards the end of her breakdown Owen came downstairs (he's back to work tonight so he slept in this morning- wouldn't want anyone to think he wasn't helping), took her from me, walked around, sang a song and made it all better. Sometimes a girl needs her Daddy even though her Mommy had been doing everything short of standing on her head to soothe her.
Eilish is about 5 minutes away to outgrowing 0-3 month baby clothes and I can fit into my pre-maternity jeans again. Funny to be watching her gain weight while trying to lose her birth weight from my body while living on a steady diet of toast and Cadbury Mini Eggs.
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Now that you're the boss, there's no stopping you. I'm here if you need me for anything.
Love Lori
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