I came to this realization yesterday when Little E's morning nap lasted 1.5 hours from 9:00am - 10:30 and that was it for the rest of the day. Seven hours of progressively turning sour until a final outburst and an utter pass out on my boob. It wasn't for lack of trying - I think I just missed the window or something.
When Little E gets incredibly tired she refuses to eat. Then of course the night sleep is disrupted or ends way to early. Last night proved this theory as she violently swept her chicken, rice, lentils, avocado, and anything else we tried desperately to entice her with off her tray and across the dining room.
And of course leading up to these two parenting obsessions was the teething. Screaming and crying in obvious discomfort and both Daddy C and I scrambling for Camilia, Ambesol, Tylenol and whatever else our friends recommended. Naively we thought we could avoid these "treatments", neither of us regular "medication" users, but when the nights crept back to newborn status we quickly relented.
Today the perfect baby solution was mixed. An hour nap in the morning, ample snacks and lunch, a 2 hour nap in the afternoon, more snacks and dinner, bath and bed by 7:00pm. I like to think it was my knowledge and engineering that concocted today's perfect baby, but I think it was just chemistry.
We'll see what time she gets up...
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