First night home, first night of little sleep. We thought CG had been such a good girl up to this point, but now that we have her home, we’ve seen her true personality. Give me food! More food! I don’t want to sleep!
I fed her two ounces of formula at two a.m., and burped and rocked her for the next hour, but she wasn’t tired. Nothing seemed to settle her. I left her in the crib and Jaynee and I thought she’d cry herself to sleep. No dice. Marmie eventually got up and spent the next four or five hours rocking, and eventually feeding her again. She ate three or four ounces this time. We are going to have a chunker. It’s baby fat, right?
Whoever said taking care of a puppy is good preparation for taking care of a baby was wrong! I think it was me who said that. A puppy needs to be let out every few hours, does what he has to do, and goes back to sleep. That is not CG.
Angie, you’re in for a treat. Hope you have an angel.
And Jaynee is in a lot of pain. I’m trying to make her comfortable by constantly moving pillows around. Three on the back, two under the legs, two behind the head, then move them all around again, five minutes later. Hope she feels better very soon. The tears have been flying. It’s not me, it’s the hormones. She’s going to ask the doc for a sleeping pill prescription.
Ginger finally slept in the bed with us, something she did not do at all while mom was in the hospital. We were pretty successful at keeping her off mommy’s sore belly.
Today, I hope to register the truck at the dmv, and run a few other errands. Let’s see how it goes. The weather is nice at least.