| 3/29/2005 | |
| Fussy Fusserson | |
| I gave Juliet her evening feeding. Well, tried to anyway. She didn't really seem interested in the bottle. Strangely, she didn't seem interested in Hannah's nipple either. It was going to be one of those nights. The night consisted primarily of repeated rounds of feedin', swaddling', bobbin' and layin' down. She would go for about five minutes then explode again. We gave her gas drops which she seems to like. This calmed her for about five minutes, just like everything else. While Hannah showered I bobbed Julie to our music list. Featured selections included the Peter Gunn Theme and Mustang Sally. These calmed her right down. But as soon as I'm Super or Friends In Low Places came on she freaked, like, instantly. I mean there was even time to click the "next" button before the tears were flowin'. As far as that last song, I don't blame her but I digress. This went on from my feeding time, 6:00 until about 9:30. It was ridiculous. Anyway tired and sore from bobbin' for three and a half hours she fell asleep in her swing. We are trying to get her to sleep in her room but I guess sleeping in her swing is better than not sleeping at all eh? She awoke at around 11:00 PM. Hannah was wiped so I took the last feeding as well. After that she fell pretty much right back to sleep (can I get a "Halleluiah"?!?) I fell asleep on the couch and awoke at 4:30 AM. Well, this will make for a fun day at work. |
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