Good morning!
It's just about 3 am and I'm sitting by my newborn daughter's crib listening to her snort because for some reason she's congested. We've got a humidifier running in her room already. And why am I awake? Ugh. Long list of reasons. It's been almost 5 hours since she fed last (which, to my infinite dismay and sadness, was a couple ounces of formula. I'm trying to breastfeed again and just like Edge, it's not going smoothly. In fact, I'm in a worse place with her because... well, tmi.) and I just know that the second I get into bed and get comfy, she'll wake to be fed. So, I wait. And think that maybe I'm being dumb and should have gotten into bed anyhow. Oh, she's stirring, I think.
Quick info: Margaret Catherine (Maggie), a teeny bundle of amazement. Seriously, how can my babies be this small? I was shy of 10 pounds! She was born at 6 pounds 14 ounces, 19.5 inches. Granted, a week early. Long story.