Poor little Eliza. Had a rough day yesterday, with an upset stomach (we think). Lots and lots of spit-up, crying, and gas. It’s weird that some days she digests everything wonderfully and other days are horrible. We’re hoping today is better. She was so exhausted after such a trying day that she slept from 10:00 p.m. to 4:15 a.m. and would have gone longer, but I woke her up to eat. 6 1/2 hours is a very long time between feedings at this point. There will come a day when I will love for her to sleep through the night. But not quite yet. I’m thankful for Jason, who can always get her to sleep no matter how fussy she is. Some kind of magic daddy dust or something.
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