It is 1 am, and we are both wide awake with Ivy, who is also wide awake. She's been up since 8:30 and has no apparent interest in sleeping. She's been fed about a zillion times; her diaper is freshly changed; she's warm and snuggly. It'd be great if she would be awake during the day and sleep at night--at least when Jeremy goes back to work next week. Right now, it's no big deal because we're both home all day.
Ivy now weighs 7 lbs 12 ounces. She's gained almost a whole pound since her newborn appointment.
She slept in her bed today--twice--for a total of four hours. I was hoping she'd sleep in it tonight, but I have a feeling she'll be right with Mommy tonight.Â She doesn't seem to like the swing anymore. I don't know when that happened, but it's nearly impossible to get her to sit in it calmly. She'll cry in it for at least 10 minutes--that's as long as I've let her go.
She won't take a pacifier from me. She'll take the boob and my finger, but no pacifier. Thankfully, she'll take the paci from Jeremy sometimes. Not when she's angry or really worked up though.
We're signed up for the Child Dedication at church in December. We're trying to figure out if we should have godparents and who they should be.
I also need to set up an appointment with the lawyer to write a will, and we need to set up the college fund. The "To Do List" is never ending.
Enough of the scatterbrained mumbo jumbo. It's time to get this girlie off to bed whether she wants to sleep or not.