After hours and hours and hours of trying Matt got Paige to fall asleep around midnight. I slept until 6 when she made a noise that wasn’t loud enough to wake her, but was enough for me. She slept until 7, drank 6 oz., and was back down before 8. Those are numbers I can live with.
Fingers crossed that as we get more Prevacid in her, she feels better and better, sleeps better and better, and smiles more and more. Because right now I’m living for a couple of consecutive hours of sleep and some good baby smiles.
Parenthood is a crazy, crazy roller coaster but unfortunately life isn’t quite as much fun as Six Flags right now…