On Sunday, Annalise DRANK FROM A BOTTLE! I am having to pump to make sure my milk supply doesn't suffer (it already has a little bit) and rather than just throw it away I tried to give it to her. She wound up drinking 3 ounces! I was so proud.
And that night Annalise slept FROM MIDNIGHT TO FIVE-FIFTEEN!!! It was thrilling to say the least. Luckily, based on past experiences, I knew not to hope that it meant anything for the future, which it didn't, because she woke up a million times again last night (pretty swiftly ensuring that she will end up an only child). But she also took a long nap Monday afternoon and I slept too and we felt gooooooooooooood. Red Letter day.
Tonight Dave goes in for his sleep study where they'll monitor him for sleep apnea and see what can be done to help with his snoring craziness. You truly have never heard anything so loud. It wakes me and the baby, and actually can wake me from another room, even over the blaring sound machine I have next to my head for the purpose of ensuring the baby sleep through my eyelids blinking, which would otherwise wake her. When he went in to meet with the doctor initially, he was asked what brought him in. Was it that the snoring bothered him? Restless sleep? Daytime fatigue?
"Actually," he answered, "The reason I'm here is because I've been kicked out of my bedroom."
"Aah," the doctor replied. "Good reason."