Sunday:
Last night was the toughest night for me as a parent. Annabelle got up around eleven or midnight, I don't remember, and was up till after 2:00am. Just crying. And screaming. And fussing. And crying. We held her, changed her, swaddled her, brought her in bed with us, nothing helped. She hasn't had night feedings till about two months of age, so even though that was last on our list of things to try, we went ahead and gave her a bottle. I don't know if it was that or just pure exhaustion, but about a half hour after feeding her, she went to sleep. I am very hesitant to start night feedings, because I want her to be hungry in the morning so she will eat solids, which is proving to be trivial for us. She got another bottle this morning and about an hour later when we went to Kerby Lane with Gigi and Papa, she ate an entire banana. It wasn't one of those scrony ones either. It was over a cup of banana, and she ate it all. I think it maybe her still getting over her virus, but there is no telling.
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