Killing Time

It's 6:40 in the morning. Kelly is off getting us bagels at Panera Bread (to kill a craving she's having for a French Toast bagel with Hazelnut cream cheese!). I'm up, ready to go downstairs and make a cup of coffee...but Bailey is still sound asleep. I'm torn between picking her up and risking waking her, and my coffee. So far, the coffee is losing...

Bailey is still struggling. Yesterday, she cried for over an hour before each feeding. We were trying to get her on a schedule to help her sleep better, but she's not handling it very well. We've decided to back off on the scheduling thing. Both because it's not working, and because it's very hard to listen to her cry for so long. It's difficult on the head and on the heart.

I think that we've pretty much decided to scrap all philosophies we've had up to this point and work with Bailey's needs. I cringe at that - I'm a woman of order. But, Bailey seems to not work well within the framework of order and schedules. Maybe that's because she's young. Maybe it's her personality. Maybe it's just because. But, we need to be able to parent her, and that means flexibility. I'm much more able to adapt to her needs than she is to mine.

Last night, she slept great. She was in our bed, not in her cosleeper. She slept for three and a half hours, woke up and ate 4 ounces, then crashed back out for another four hours. She woke back up, ate 5 ounces and is sleeping again.

The proof is in the pudding, as they say.