
As far as feeding goes, she either:
a. gets too much
b. gets enough and gets hellish hiccups
c. gets enough and can't burp which leads to power regurgitation
d. gets enough and gets painful (baby opera) gas
e. gets just the right amount and keeps it down happily
We hope to make it to "e." more than once a day some time in the next year.
It's good to have Grandma here, but a bit nerve wracking at the same time. It's a strange thing to have someone foreign in your home, but is sweet relief to hand a screaming kid off to someone at 3am when you really just need one more hour of sleep.
It's Melissa's birthday today and there's a cake in the kitchen, but no Melissa. She's not feeling well and goes waaaaaaaaaay too long without sleeping. It must be rough for all of the hospital folks who have to dodge deadly diseases and cranky people on the aptly-named graveyard shift.
I just got home from a run to Sierra Vista to pick up a motorcycle to find CP sacked out in her secure sleeper on the dining room table. The house smells like a bakery. Yayyyyy!
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