I turn 27 and 3/4 years old today, that means I’m about 1/3 through with my life. I often ruminate on what ifs with A as we exchange the banalities of life, and while I am ambivalent on the concept of fate, I believe I am exactly where I should be right now, alongside my man child of a husband and my overweight daughter.
She can now go for 3.5 to 4 hours feeding intervals at night! Nursing timing has also significantly decreased: she used to take 30 minutes on average, she now takes about 10 minutes in the day and less than 20 minutes at night.
Slept the night in her own cot. We were starting to worry that we spent half a grand on the cot and other paraphernalia for nothing!
I bought a beansprout husk filled pillow to be placed across her chest, it is supposed to induce a sense of security. I don’t know how true that is, but last night I made the mistake of removing it for just a short while and she almost immediately tried to flip herself over! She’s the infant version of Scotty 2 Hotty:
Needless to say I immediately replaced the pillow. The pillow shall be permanently glued to her belly henceforth!