+ Poor baby +
I don't know what's up with you. Maybe you sense I'm sick. Maybe I threw your schedule off. Maybe it's a growth spurt. Yesterday at daycare, you supposedly spit up a lot. Then you slept for 3 hours right in the middle of the day. You only drank 4 bottles the whole day. Yesterday evening, you didn't spit up, but you were moderately cranky. Finally, I nursed you and we both fell asleep on the couch, you curled up on my chest in your favorite position. We were asleep before 8. But when I woke up a little after 9, I remembered that I had to put you in your harness and put you to bed. I was soooo tired, I wasn't sure I had the strength to do all that. But I did, and you woke up, angry. You had been completely sound asleep. Poor baby. Then I nursed you and put you to bed. You looked happy and content, and I dragged my aching body to bed.

Then you woke me up at midnight. And 2 a.m. And 4 a.m. When you figure 30-45 minutes minimum for nursing each of those times, well, I didn't get much sleep. The last one, daddy helped you by suctioning your nose (you sounded stuffy) and changing your diaper, but you were still mad. He took your harness off, and that seemed to help, but then you were hungry. Finally, we brought you to bed with us, and you nursed in bed with me for the first time (we've never been successful doing that before). That seemed to make you happy, and you were pretty cheerful all morning. You did yawn a lot though. Go figure.