It's Never "Just a Day"

... when Celeste is around.

Everything was fine until the bottle around 3:00 p.m. I don't know if it was too cold, too hot, too not straight from the source, too who knows what. She was fine until I sat down with the Boppy and was getting her into position; all of the sudden tears start. I figured I'd waited a few minutes too long, and she did start to eat, but it was broken up with crying.

We went downstairs to check the temperature of the bottle — 82°F, a little on the cool side, but not too bad. I started running hot water to warm the bottle some more, and Celeste was fussy, but not crying.

With a slightly hot bottle (88°F), we settled down into a downstairs chair, got a few good sucks and then the tears kicked in again. After a bit of experimentation, we ended up on my and Evelin's bed, Celeste on a pillow, and almost holding the bottle herself. It took a while, but she drank most of it, but with lots of stop-squawk-start.

After the feeding, I started looking for some signs of tiring, and they were there, but any attempt to go to bed was met with screams and tears. In total, I think she lost in water weight the ounce or so she gained over the past week or two.

Finally, after about three hours awake, she finally fell asleep — on me, in the BabyBjörn. So we'll see if she stays down for the hour or more that she needs. I don't know if it'd be better to try to get her out of this thing or if she's just going to run around with me for a while ... (I know, Evelin did this for months; I shouldn't sweat an hour or so ...)