so much better
The day after “the meltdown” was much, much better. I decided to take her out for the day. We went to lunch and to my sister’s. She slept for all of the car rides (long rides, over an hour), was awake at the restaurant, but slept the entire time I was at my sister’s (4 hours). That’s almost 6 hours of sleep… I was so relieved because I was convinced that she was so upset the other night because she BARELY slept for 48 hours and was so tired.
Then she took another nap in the baby sling on me before her bath and massage. I thought she might be up all night after that, but no, I swaddled her and she slept for 6 hours in her new little bed right beside me in mine. I was able to give her a bottle at the first sign she was hungry in the middle of it, so she never really woke up.
I’m so happy that we had such a good 24 hours. I know there will be more bad days, but I’m glad that’s what it was (and hope that’s what it was), a bad day, not the beginning of a long, long challenge to comfort a baby born addicted to drugs. I hope she is starting to accept that we will be there for her when she needs us.
I leave you with a photo of some of the great outfits I borrowed from my niece’s hand-me-downs yesterday:
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