I sorta jinxed myself. The first wakeup was 1 am. I thought for sure I was in BIG trouble. That seemed too early. The feeding went as usual - no biggie there. I was back in bed before 2 am, but worried about how the rest of the night would go. I fumbled with the volume on the baby monitor and went to sleep.

I woke up at 6 to Jeff's alarm going off and realized I hadn't heard George yet. Was he sleeping? Awake? Did I turn OFF the volume last night? Who knows. It had been 5 hours though, so I went in to feed him anyway. It was a rough feeding. He peed all over himself and the changing table. So, after a clean-up session (always fun in the night/early morning) we had a fresh changing pad, a new diaper and a new outfit. THEN, he spit up all over himself again. Ugh! I put him back to "bed" (still the swing) while I pumped, got some breakfast, am writing here, and then a shower is soon to come.

I hope our last feeding session is not a sign of the day to come!

XOX
Mom