please dont make me go to bed!
so last night we left a bday party early and to come home and start the routine at about 7:45. we started with a nice relaxing bath for the bug followed by his final meal of the night. we even added an extra ounce of formula after he finished breastfeeding to make sure his tummy was extra full for the long night ahead. we took everything out of his crib, including the beloved and much relied-upon swaddler, cranked the white noise machine (well, it makes ocean noises, which youre not supposed to use, but we'll hold off on that investment just now), turned out ALL the lights (we had been rocking a soft glow ikea moon nightlight--mostly to help zombie-jesse find his way in at night and to help judah be able to see his mobile and glow-worm...both no-no's in themselves). we told him we loved him, prayed with him and said we'd see him when the sun came up, and then shut the door...not to be opened again UNTIL MORNING (dun, dun, duuuun).
so hillary, i raise an overflowing glass of freshly expressed breastmilk to you, my friend. THANK YOU!
wish us luck on night #2!