Yesterday, my friends, was a rough one. Despite what the lovely Danielle told me in the hospital (she's the lactation consultant who I wanted to become real friends with, despite her references to my "equipment"), it seems that what I eat does have an effect on baby girl. I'm guessing the culprit was pineapple, although it could have been the caffeine I had for the first time, or the Easter candy I've been downing by the fistful... either way, all three things are currently on the banned foods list, because there is no price to steep to avoid another yesterday.
But today, today is a better day. Today, girlfriend has got her nap on, she chilled in her bouncy seat some, and I'm pretty sure I saw a smile, all before 9. This new baby business, it's full of highs & lows. Part of my dysfunction has been imagining that one day's events totally dictates the next 100 days. If she doesn't sleep today during what I've dubbed her "nap time" then she's never going to sleep again. If she does sleep, and puts herself on a tight little 4-hour schedule like clockwork, I get my hopes up that we'll be doing that until she's grown enough to sleep longer. Basically, I'm nutso.