Because if it is 7-8 hours, then my Jocelyn got there just after she hit 7 weeks. Huzzah! She still goes to bed late (I'm calling her 11:15 bedtime tonight an 'early' night), but at least she sleeps in (and therefore so do I). Often times, when she wakes up after her 7-8 hour stretch she goes back down for 2-3 more. If she stays going down at 11 (and waking up at 6 or so, I am guessing), that will be great for when I go back to work. I don't care if she goes back to sleep. I just want to make sure to give her a really good meal before work in the morning. In fact, staying up late-ish (10 or 11, as opposed to 7 or 8 when most babies go to sleep) is kind of ideal, that way I get to maximize my time with her. She can nap during the day when she's with grandma.
Of course, I don't really want to think about going back to work.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
My little girl is growing up!
Jocelyn gets more comfortable with the world around her every day. She becomes less needy and more independent, which is both wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time. But today it is a very good thing.
Today I am in a bad place. My worst rational fear came true (I had lots of irrational fears as well, but thankfully none have come true yet) - I woke up to the onset of an allergic reaction and had to run for the Benadryl. I caught it early enough, so half a dose of liquid children's Benadryl was enough to do the trick. This made me VERY drowsy, and now I am a bit hung over from it. I don't have the energy to walk around with a baby in my arms. And, quite frankly, I don't have the coordination for it today, either. I don't trust myself. So I am glad, today, that in the past few days (seriously, the second she became 6 weeks old) she has been a bit more independent.
She's starting to be able to go longer between feedings at night, so I am getting a bit more sleep. She's still not quite on a schedule, but I'm sure she will settle into one eventually. She woke up to eat at one point, but didn't start crying. I heard some weird sucking, smacking noises coming from the nursery. I checked the video monitor to see her trying to suck her thumb. My baby was trying to soothe herself back down to sleep! She was getting frustrated with herself, sometimes she's not quite coordinated to suck her thumb successfully. But I was SO impressed! She was also chatting and cooing and making cute little noises. I eventually went to feed her, but she never did beg me for it. I just figured she was probably very hungry (and she was). My big girl!
Today she has been very independent. First of all, she slept in late for me (well, went back to sleep after I fed her at 7:30 or whatever time it was). Granted, she was up for like 3 hours in the middle of the night, so that helped. But it helped me sleep off some of the Benadryl.
Then she let me put her into her swing twice today (she usually hates the swing). The first was after her 11:00 meal, when I could tell she wanted to be walked around and I just didn't have the energy for it. She even slept in there for a while. When she woke up, she didn't beg to be taken out, but rather sat there staring at the mirror above her, wondering who the baby in the mirror was. I grabbed her as it close to her next meal time, but I honestly probably could have left her.
I put her back in after that meal, since she enjoyed it so much the first time. And again, she was amused by it. She stayed there for a while, and when she started crying and I went to get her, I discovered it was due to a diaper full of poop. Well, that's fair, I suppose.
Anyway, my daughter who used to only sleep in somebody's arms and who was only happy being held can now be amused without being held, multiple times a day, for good stretches of time.
Today I am in a bad place. My worst rational fear came true (I had lots of irrational fears as well, but thankfully none have come true yet) - I woke up to the onset of an allergic reaction and had to run for the Benadryl. I caught it early enough, so half a dose of liquid children's Benadryl was enough to do the trick. This made me VERY drowsy, and now I am a bit hung over from it. I don't have the energy to walk around with a baby in my arms. And, quite frankly, I don't have the coordination for it today, either. I don't trust myself. So I am glad, today, that in the past few days (seriously, the second she became 6 weeks old) she has been a bit more independent.
She's starting to be able to go longer between feedings at night, so I am getting a bit more sleep. She's still not quite on a schedule, but I'm sure she will settle into one eventually. She woke up to eat at one point, but didn't start crying. I heard some weird sucking, smacking noises coming from the nursery. I checked the video monitor to see her trying to suck her thumb. My baby was trying to soothe herself back down to sleep! She was getting frustrated with herself, sometimes she's not quite coordinated to suck her thumb successfully. But I was SO impressed! She was also chatting and cooing and making cute little noises. I eventually went to feed her, but she never did beg me for it. I just figured she was probably very hungry (and she was). My big girl!
Today she has been very independent. First of all, she slept in late for me (well, went back to sleep after I fed her at 7:30 or whatever time it was). Granted, she was up for like 3 hours in the middle of the night, so that helped. But it helped me sleep off some of the Benadryl.
Then she let me put her into her swing twice today (she usually hates the swing). The first was after her 11:00 meal, when I could tell she wanted to be walked around and I just didn't have the energy for it. She even slept in there for a while. When she woke up, she didn't beg to be taken out, but rather sat there staring at the mirror above her, wondering who the baby in the mirror was. I grabbed her as it close to her next meal time, but I honestly probably could have left her.
I put her back in after that meal, since she enjoyed it so much the first time. And again, she was amused by it. She stayed there for a while, and when she started crying and I went to get her, I discovered it was due to a diaper full of poop. Well, that's fair, I suppose.
Anyway, my daughter who used to only sleep in somebody's arms and who was only happy being held can now be amused without being held, multiple times a day, for good stretches of time.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
My daughter is a 'Boob Girl"
What can I say? She is her father's daughter. ;-)
My child just loves to nurse. LOVES it. She is a voracious eater. And she wants food every 2 or so hours (I try to hold her off to closer to three hours, but only as long as I can distract her easily).
The good news is that I like to nurse her. I really do. Now that I'm over the initial hurdle and the subsequent run-in between the Velcro on the Swaddle Me and my nipple, I find the whole thing relaxing. So I don't mind feeding her every time she wants it. I do have two issues, though.
~Sometimes she drinks me dry, and I can't keep up with her desires
~Sometimes she's not eating, but using me as a human pacifier
J-money won't take a pacifier. But she has a strong sucking instinct. Sometimes she can find her thumb, but not often. At 6 weeks old she's just not that coordinated yet. So she begs for mama.
I know, I know - I should say NO to the comfort nursing and only let her at the boob when she's truly hungry. The sad thing is that I can't tell the difference. She starts to cry, to suck on her hands, and when you hold her she roots all over your neck, arms, whatever is nearest her mouth (you should see the hickey she gave her dad - that was SO funny). But she does all of these things whether she is hungry or just wants to suck. I don't know until she latches on. If she goes for 15 solid minutes with deep sucking and swallowing, I know she was legitimately hungry. If she lightly suckles for a minute or two and then falls asleep, I can only assume she wanted a bit of comfort to lull her into sleep. But the lead-in is always the same, and I don't want to starve my baby if she is hungry.
I try to use the clock as a guide, but that has betrayed me several times. There have been times when 30 minutes after she's done eating she begs for more, and I tried to distract her. When I eventually caved, she ate like she hadn't eaten for days. And I felt like a terrible mom for making my baby go hungry. There have been other times where she doesn't ask for it for a good 3 hours (usually one of the miraculous times that she naps), and when I offer her food on her begging, she half-heartedly suckles away, no swallowing, just sucking for the fun of it.
Sadly, I have not found any resources for helping her learn to accept a pacifier or find her thumb. Lots for removing those crutches, but none for encouraging them. Of course, once I go back to work she's not going to have any nipples to suck on (or mommies to sucker into letting her comfort nurse), so I guess she'll learn the hard way then.
My child just loves to nurse. LOVES it. She is a voracious eater. And she wants food every 2 or so hours (I try to hold her off to closer to three hours, but only as long as I can distract her easily).
The good news is that I like to nurse her. I really do. Now that I'm over the initial hurdle and the subsequent run-in between the Velcro on the Swaddle Me and my nipple, I find the whole thing relaxing. So I don't mind feeding her every time she wants it. I do have two issues, though.
~Sometimes she drinks me dry, and I can't keep up with her desires
~Sometimes she's not eating, but using me as a human pacifier
J-money won't take a pacifier. But she has a strong sucking instinct. Sometimes she can find her thumb, but not often. At 6 weeks old she's just not that coordinated yet. So she begs for mama.
I know, I know - I should say NO to the comfort nursing and only let her at the boob when she's truly hungry. The sad thing is that I can't tell the difference. She starts to cry, to suck on her hands, and when you hold her she roots all over your neck, arms, whatever is nearest her mouth (you should see the hickey she gave her dad - that was SO funny). But she does all of these things whether she is hungry or just wants to suck. I don't know until she latches on. If she goes for 15 solid minutes with deep sucking and swallowing, I know she was legitimately hungry. If she lightly suckles for a minute or two and then falls asleep, I can only assume she wanted a bit of comfort to lull her into sleep. But the lead-in is always the same, and I don't want to starve my baby if she is hungry.
I try to use the clock as a guide, but that has betrayed me several times. There have been times when 30 minutes after she's done eating she begs for more, and I tried to distract her. When I eventually caved, she ate like she hadn't eaten for days. And I felt like a terrible mom for making my baby go hungry. There have been other times where she doesn't ask for it for a good 3 hours (usually one of the miraculous times that she naps), and when I offer her food on her begging, she half-heartedly suckles away, no swallowing, just sucking for the fun of it.
Sadly, I have not found any resources for helping her learn to accept a pacifier or find her thumb. Lots for removing those crutches, but none for encouraging them. Of course, once I go back to work she's not going to have any nipples to suck on (or mommies to sucker into letting her comfort nurse), so I guess she'll learn the hard way then.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Poop talk
Despite calling him Hubby-poo, Mike and I don't often talk about poop. Or, at least we didn't, before Jocelyn came along. There was the occasional 'oh, that food did not agree with me' or 'man, I gotta get things moving' comment when things weren't running at optimum levels. But that was the extent of it. We also pretty much never talked about farts. Even if they are things done by everybody, some topics are just not for sharing.
But with a baby, you talk about poop a WHOLE lot. At the beginning, you're tracking diapers to make sure they are pooping enough. As the poop transitions from meconium to real poop, you talk about that. You talk about the color, texture, odor and amount of poop if it is different than the norm. And sometimes you express awe at the poop (that was the poopiest diaper I have ever seen). When you also have a particularly gassy baby, you also talk a whole lot about farts. Especially when said baby is colicky and you suspect that gas is one of the culprits. You praise the farts during the crying spells (and even the ones not associated with the crying, out of hope that they will prevent more severe crying later on). You rub their little bellies to try to get them to fart. And once they start farting, you wait until the spell seems to be safety over before attempting to change a diaper, which becomes a discussion point (do you think she's done? do you think there is more?). And, when it turns out that you are wrong, and they are not done with the farting / pooping, and that fact becomes revealed on the changing table without the protective diaper layer, you definitely talk about that (OMG, the poop is shooting across the room! HELP!).
I used to consider myself to be a decent conversationalist, and I always felt that I could either talk about or ask intelligent questions about a vast multitude of topics. Getting pregnant made me fairly boring. Now having a baby, I am SUPER boring. You know, unless you want to know all about poop. :-P.
But with a baby, you talk about poop a WHOLE lot. At the beginning, you're tracking diapers to make sure they are pooping enough. As the poop transitions from meconium to real poop, you talk about that. You talk about the color, texture, odor and amount of poop if it is different than the norm. And sometimes you express awe at the poop (that was the poopiest diaper I have ever seen). When you also have a particularly gassy baby, you also talk a whole lot about farts. Especially when said baby is colicky and you suspect that gas is one of the culprits. You praise the farts during the crying spells (and even the ones not associated with the crying, out of hope that they will prevent more severe crying later on). You rub their little bellies to try to get them to fart. And once they start farting, you wait until the spell seems to be safety over before attempting to change a diaper, which becomes a discussion point (do you think she's done? do you think there is more?). And, when it turns out that you are wrong, and they are not done with the farting / pooping, and that fact becomes revealed on the changing table without the protective diaper layer, you definitely talk about that (OMG, the poop is shooting across the room! HELP!).
I used to consider myself to be a decent conversationalist, and I always felt that I could either talk about or ask intelligent questions about a vast multitude of topics. Getting pregnant made me fairly boring. Now having a baby, I am SUPER boring. You know, unless you want to know all about poop. :-P.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
When I see you smile
J-Money is taking one of her rarely seen day-time naps that is NOT on me. So what am I doing with this time? I am eating breakfast (eggs that I cooked, and not a granola bar!). But I also decided to blog here. Jocelyn has done some cool stuff, and I want to get it captured before it gets lost in a sleepy haze.
At 27 days of life, Jocelyn demonstrated that she can roll onto her tummy. Yeah - scary! It's not in a vacuum - her bed is inclined to help reduce her acid reflux. So if she manages to get herself slightly off of the long axis of the bed, she can roll right down it with enough force. She's a thrasher, even when swaddled, so it was happening. Some sleep positioners have done the trick to prevent the rolling, but now we worry about her wiggling down and pressing her face into the positioner.
She is getting really strong. When I hold her up against my chest, she can hold her head up really well. She doesn't have total control yet, but she can hold it up for minutes at a time. When I 'stand' her against my belly, she really puts a lot of force behind her legs. During tummy time she's great at holding her head up, and can even scoot her little body around really well. She'll be crawling before we know it! It's too bad that she hates tummy time so much, because we'd spend more time there otherwise. It's a good thing to do during her evening colic bouts. We don't want to take a happy baby and make her miserable by giving her tummy time. But if she's pissed off anyway, it's a good use of that energy :-P.
But yesterday morning was the most amazing thing. After J woke up at 6:45, I got her to get back to sleep but only until about 8. Then she wanted to eat some more. So I brought her to my bed to nurse her in the side-lying position, because I was honestly afraid I would fall asleep and I wanted her to be in a space where I couldn't accidentally drop her. Before I started to feed her, I put her on her back and hoovered over her, supporting myself with a hand on the bed on either side of her. I proceeded to make faces at her and she made them back at me. Then when I smiled at her for being such a good face-monkey, she smiled back at me!
Talk about a great way to wake up a mommy! Now, I know that this point it is just a monkey see, monkey do smile, and not actually a social smile. But, WOW. It just melted my heart. As if I wasn't totally head over heels for that kid already, seeing her smile at me just sent me over the moon! And it was worth hours and hours of sleep!
I know I complain about the lack of sleep (hers and, subsequently, mine). And that part is really hard. But this little bugaboo who rocked my world just 33 days ago has really brought me so much more joy than heartache.
I know I owe you all a bunch more pictures. We have a bunch of pictures. It's just hard to get them posted when she won't sleep during the day (or will only sleep on me).
Now... what to do with the rest of this nap of hers. Shower? Or nap myself? I am leaning towards a cat nap of my own. ZZZzzz....
At 27 days of life, Jocelyn demonstrated that she can roll onto her tummy. Yeah - scary! It's not in a vacuum - her bed is inclined to help reduce her acid reflux. So if she manages to get herself slightly off of the long axis of the bed, she can roll right down it with enough force. She's a thrasher, even when swaddled, so it was happening. Some sleep positioners have done the trick to prevent the rolling, but now we worry about her wiggling down and pressing her face into the positioner.
She is getting really strong. When I hold her up against my chest, she can hold her head up really well. She doesn't have total control yet, but she can hold it up for minutes at a time. When I 'stand' her against my belly, she really puts a lot of force behind her legs. During tummy time she's great at holding her head up, and can even scoot her little body around really well. She'll be crawling before we know it! It's too bad that she hates tummy time so much, because we'd spend more time there otherwise. It's a good thing to do during her evening colic bouts. We don't want to take a happy baby and make her miserable by giving her tummy time. But if she's pissed off anyway, it's a good use of that energy :-P.
But yesterday morning was the most amazing thing. After J woke up at 6:45, I got her to get back to sleep but only until about 8. Then she wanted to eat some more. So I brought her to my bed to nurse her in the side-lying position, because I was honestly afraid I would fall asleep and I wanted her to be in a space where I couldn't accidentally drop her. Before I started to feed her, I put her on her back and hoovered over her, supporting myself with a hand on the bed on either side of her. I proceeded to make faces at her and she made them back at me. Then when I smiled at her for being such a good face-monkey, she smiled back at me!
Talk about a great way to wake up a mommy! Now, I know that this point it is just a monkey see, monkey do smile, and not actually a social smile. But, WOW. It just melted my heart. As if I wasn't totally head over heels for that kid already, seeing her smile at me just sent me over the moon! And it was worth hours and hours of sleep!
I know I complain about the lack of sleep (hers and, subsequently, mine). And that part is really hard. But this little bugaboo who rocked my world just 33 days ago has really brought me so much more joy than heartache.
I know I owe you all a bunch more pictures. We have a bunch of pictures. It's just hard to get them posted when she won't sleep during the day (or will only sleep on me).
Now... what to do with the rest of this nap of hers. Shower? Or nap myself? I am leaning towards a cat nap of my own. ZZZzzz....
Monday, August 2, 2010
Baby Acid Reflux
Alternative Title 1: Running on Empty
Alternative Title 2: Why some animals eat their young
Jocelyn has been diagnosed with acid reflux. Now, all babies reflux. That's what causes spit-up. But in her case, the reflux is associated with stomach acid that burns her poor little throat and makes her miserable (and not want to sleep, except for on one of us).
It started about a week and a half ago. It was Grandma's last night here (Thursday night, Friday morning). Before then, Jocelyn was either a champion sleeper or an easily-calmed baby (even if a poor sleeper). Then, the day she turned two weeks old, all hell broke loose. The kid could not be calmed! She just cried and cried and cried. All night long. Sometimes we could get her to calm down on us, and eventually fall asleep, but she could not be put down. Luckily Grandma was still there, so we had her to help us out. But I still didn't sleep a wink that night except for when I dozed while Jocelyn nursed in my lap.
The whole day was more of the same. I even had Mike work from home so that I could get a bit of sleep (he had Jocelyn sleeping in his lap while he worked at his computer). That was only for about 2 hours before she needed to eat, and that was about it. The strike was on! It was awful. It continued all day and through the night, with Jocelyn finally, FINALLY getting a bit of sleep at 5 a.m. on Saturday morning (in dad's lap, in the recliner).
Saturday morning we had her at the doctor. Surely, something had to be wrong. Of course, she was fine. The doctor did suspect that she might have some acid reflux, but that it was too soon to tell without invasive testing (they evidently go by behavior and symptoms most of the time). But all that insomnia seemed to pass, and Jocelyn became a pretty good sleeper. Except for the fact that she mixed up her days and nights pretty badly.
That wouldn't have been so bad - she slept great during the day. But she didn't sleep AT ALL at night for a few days. She would just be awake. Eventually she would get hungry and want to eat. And then we'd have diapers to change. But she refused to sleep. Then, come 7 a.m., like a miracle, she'd pass out and sleep SO hard that I'd have to wake her by 11 or 12 so she would eat.
Over the course of the week we really pushed the day / night training. During one of her day naps in her Pack 'n' Play (out in the living room, out in the open), she had a coughing fit that sounded really painful. And there went her daytime sleep. I called the nurses and they recommended propping up her bed so it would be at an incline, because that sounded like an acid cough. We tried it, and it worked! Jocelyn slept like a champ at night. Sadly, it wouldn't carry into the day, and she still slept on me almost exclusively. The second I would put her down anywhere (crib, PnP, swing, etc.) she would wake up and immediately start crying these very painful cries!
The timeline is all blurry, but I think that it was Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights that she slept like a champ. It was at least Friday and Saturday. Last night, she slept at night, but was also cluster feeding for some crazy reason, so she was up every two hours like clock-work (maybe that was the acid threshold?). So I'd wake up, change her, swaddle her, feed her for 30 minutes then hold her for 30 minutes. By that point, I could get a max of 1:15 of sleep before she was up for the next round. To be fair, Mike got up and did most of the diaper changes / reswaddles, but I was still awake. I just had a chance to set up at the rocking chair and get ready to feed her. This morning after her 6:00 feeding she was UP, but I was NOT. Mike took her and rocked her back to sleep while I rocked myself back to sleep. She gave me until 8:30.
So we went to the pediatrician today. Sadly, our doctor was at the Dallas office (the guy I fired was the only one with availability at the Plano office, which is really close by). So I had to drive 25 minutes with a SCREAMING baby (acid reflux babies hate their car seats because it squishes their tummies too much and forces acid up). That was awesome. The doctor gave me Prevacid, but is open to me trying physical methods and alternative methods (herbals, probiotics) first. I don't know that I will, since they are not necessarily shown to do much of anything (and they are not under the same labeling requirements as drugs, so you never really know what is in them). For today, we didn't do anything. I just nursed her and then rocked her upright for 30 minutes and will continue that through the night. I will decide tomorrow if I want to medicate her. If I do, I probably will in the afternoon, so it has a chance to kick in by the evening. But either way, I am buying some sort of physical wedge / sling system to help hold her upright and make the medicine more effective. Because I can't spend that much time cuddling and rocking my baby every night. I love it, don't get me wrong. But I need the sleep more so I can actually enjoy our cuddle time rather than resent it.
And that was LONG and RAMBLY... because I am super tired! Goodnight y'all!
Alternative Title 2: Why some animals eat their young
Jocelyn has been diagnosed with acid reflux. Now, all babies reflux. That's what causes spit-up. But in her case, the reflux is associated with stomach acid that burns her poor little throat and makes her miserable (and not want to sleep, except for on one of us).
It started about a week and a half ago. It was Grandma's last night here (Thursday night, Friday morning). Before then, Jocelyn was either a champion sleeper or an easily-calmed baby (even if a poor sleeper). Then, the day she turned two weeks old, all hell broke loose. The kid could not be calmed! She just cried and cried and cried. All night long. Sometimes we could get her to calm down on us, and eventually fall asleep, but she could not be put down. Luckily Grandma was still there, so we had her to help us out. But I still didn't sleep a wink that night except for when I dozed while Jocelyn nursed in my lap.
The whole day was more of the same. I even had Mike work from home so that I could get a bit of sleep (he had Jocelyn sleeping in his lap while he worked at his computer). That was only for about 2 hours before she needed to eat, and that was about it. The strike was on! It was awful. It continued all day and through the night, with Jocelyn finally, FINALLY getting a bit of sleep at 5 a.m. on Saturday morning (in dad's lap, in the recliner).
Saturday morning we had her at the doctor. Surely, something had to be wrong. Of course, she was fine. The doctor did suspect that she might have some acid reflux, but that it was too soon to tell without invasive testing (they evidently go by behavior and symptoms most of the time). But all that insomnia seemed to pass, and Jocelyn became a pretty good sleeper. Except for the fact that she mixed up her days and nights pretty badly.
That wouldn't have been so bad - she slept great during the day. But she didn't sleep AT ALL at night for a few days. She would just be awake. Eventually she would get hungry and want to eat. And then we'd have diapers to change. But she refused to sleep. Then, come 7 a.m., like a miracle, she'd pass out and sleep SO hard that I'd have to wake her by 11 or 12 so she would eat.
Over the course of the week we really pushed the day / night training. During one of her day naps in her Pack 'n' Play (out in the living room, out in the open), she had a coughing fit that sounded really painful. And there went her daytime sleep. I called the nurses and they recommended propping up her bed so it would be at an incline, because that sounded like an acid cough. We tried it, and it worked! Jocelyn slept like a champ at night. Sadly, it wouldn't carry into the day, and she still slept on me almost exclusively. The second I would put her down anywhere (crib, PnP, swing, etc.) she would wake up and immediately start crying these very painful cries!
The timeline is all blurry, but I think that it was Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights that she slept like a champ. It was at least Friday and Saturday. Last night, she slept at night, but was also cluster feeding for some crazy reason, so she was up every two hours like clock-work (maybe that was the acid threshold?). So I'd wake up, change her, swaddle her, feed her for 30 minutes then hold her for 30 minutes. By that point, I could get a max of 1:15 of sleep before she was up for the next round. To be fair, Mike got up and did most of the diaper changes / reswaddles, but I was still awake. I just had a chance to set up at the rocking chair and get ready to feed her. This morning after her 6:00 feeding she was UP, but I was NOT. Mike took her and rocked her back to sleep while I rocked myself back to sleep. She gave me until 8:30.
So we went to the pediatrician today. Sadly, our doctor was at the Dallas office (the guy I fired was the only one with availability at the Plano office, which is really close by). So I had to drive 25 minutes with a SCREAMING baby (acid reflux babies hate their car seats because it squishes their tummies too much and forces acid up). That was awesome. The doctor gave me Prevacid, but is open to me trying physical methods and alternative methods (herbals, probiotics) first. I don't know that I will, since they are not necessarily shown to do much of anything (and they are not under the same labeling requirements as drugs, so you never really know what is in them). For today, we didn't do anything. I just nursed her and then rocked her upright for 30 minutes and will continue that through the night. I will decide tomorrow if I want to medicate her. If I do, I probably will in the afternoon, so it has a chance to kick in by the evening. But either way, I am buying some sort of physical wedge / sling system to help hold her upright and make the medicine more effective. Because I can't spend that much time cuddling and rocking my baby every night. I love it, don't get me wrong. But I need the sleep more so I can actually enjoy our cuddle time rather than resent it.
And that was LONG and RAMBLY... because I am super tired! Goodnight y'all!
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