Waking up, sitting in the nursery recliner, with my daughter in my arms. It's a great way to start the day even if my day is starting before 6 AM.
There've been a couple of days this past week when I've been called up for diaper duty around 4 in the morning, and then I sit up with Evie Sue until she goes down again. Inevitably, daddy falls asleep, as well, and then wakes up a short time later, smiles, kisses the baby, and then moves the precious cargo back into her bassinet.
In other news, the baby appears to have reflux. She was crying at times when she was clean, full, and not tired. Turns out she was crying because she couldn't say, "Holy crap, this hurts! Hey you two, I've got heartburn! Hot bubbling magma in my esophagus! Hey! Hey? Why aren't you helping me? Oh, I see how it is. That does it! Next time you change my diaper I'm going to poop all over that changing table! Jerks!"
Now we are aware of the problem and we can do our best to combat the reflux. We keep her upright for a longer after feedings, have her on an incline when we lie her down, and just pay attention more to her squirming, fussing, and gurgling. Looks like we won't be leaving her home alone anytime soon. (That's a joke. She's very independent. for a month old infant.)
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