Here’s a gift for all you early risers. We’re sitting on the couch,
listening to the first birds chirping. This is the first time 80’s
heard morning bird noises.
It’s 6 am. It rained all night, which helped soothe everyone’s nerves
when thing were rough last night.
We’re using a middle-of-the-bed cosleeper, which we’re all going to
have to get used to. Tim and Lisa lent it to us (thank goodness,
because we hadn’t made any other sleeping arrangements before she
came), and I think it’ll be just the thing.
We finally got the hang of swaddling that lasts more than 15 minutes,
after an incident involving 80 kicking her legs free, only to then
realize that she’d then end up with cold feet. Heh, babies. Dumb.
I will also admit that I didn’t do a thorough enough job burping last
night, which led to A Situation (from here on out, caps mean there was
unconsolable crying, and bewilderment). She spit up and belched out
what had been ailing her, then fell asleep.