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Sleep deprived, and loving it!

She woke twice during the night, which her Mom said is standard for her. Though each time it took about half an hour before I was able to go back to sleep myself, mostly due to having to feed her and trying other things to get her to sleep before resorting to the bottle. It takes her five minutes to drink one ounce when she's half-asleep. And she wants at least two, if not four, ounces each time. Plus I went to bed waay too late last night again, again because of work. That has GOT to STOP. I won't do it. I won't! (Turned out I needed a reminder to go to bed right away, but I did get to bed before 12:30.)

But after the first few minutes, I stopped caring much that I was loosing sleep. Last night did not bother me like the first night with her had (granted she woke more often that first night). The only thing I really ended up caring about was my arm holding the bottle up for so long over the edge of her bassinet. Urg! Still, the missed sleep doesn't matter to me much anymore (except that which I missed due to my own fault). Why? Probably because she matters more to me now. And you know how much I love my sleep.

I drive differently now, of course 'cause with a baby I have to drive safer than I do normally. I cruise 5 mph slower, I take it easy over railroad tracks and rough surfaces, I try to go slower around corners, and I don't call anyone on the cell phone while driving. But I noticed this morning I'm driving that way even when she's not in the car! I suppose that's a good thing. But it's like when I'm standing and rock back and forth eventhough I'm not holding her (I've been doing that since Sunday). Seems so natural now I barely even think about it!

Inventions that need to get done: 1) crib bottle holder 2) baby view mirror

I close my eyes, and I can see her face.

I came to the realization today that I don't like those bottles that are bent. Why? Because it makes them SO much harder to prop with a blanket. And really, while watching her eat I noticed they bend too far away from the bottle's nipple to actually be much more useful over a standard straight bottle. You still have to tip the baby back in order for the baby to be able to drink everything, which defeats the purpose!

The quest is still on to determine what her eye color is. I think I've decided that they change color depending on her mood. But basically they are mid-dark blue on the outer rim, shading to hazel/grey, and brown on the inner ring just before the pupil. I've seen the amount of brown in her eyes change, and therefore also the amount of blue. For examples:
- When at the mall we all thought her eyes were hazel.
- When at my home her eyes are clearly brown, both days I've checked, from the pupil to a pencil thin outermost rim of dark blue or grey hazel (can't rightly tell 'cause it's so thin).
- When outside at the potluck her eyes were definitely mid-dark blue with an inner circle of brown, about three times pencil thin width.
So I still don't know. Perhaps they will settle on a color when she's a bit older.

My step-sister said the baby almost rolled over today, she made it about 3/4 of the way. And I missed it!

As much as I griped yesterday about having the baby around and trying to work, I missed her today. I sent her off for about 7 hours so I could work, and ended up missing her muchly. On top of that, I spent about 2.5 hours with no work to do 'cause I finished up what I was assigned and when I said I was idle the manager didn't respond! And then, I get her back and she almost immediately falls asleep!

I realized shortly after dinner there's so little time she and I have left in this visit. Tonight between dinner and her bedtime is only about three hours, and as I said she napped some of it. Tomorrow I have to go into work for about half a day, and on Friday she gets picked up by Mommy likely in mid-afternoon (I hope later!). *sigh* Sucky.

She was cranky for quite a while after we got home, so no playing then either. But once I finally got her calmed down, she cooed and babbeled with me on and off over a span of about 20 minutes. That was so nice. Then bedtime was close at hand.

Feelings:
- One is enough. (But having a sibling is good for a child, so I guess two then.)