Mardi Gras is a really special time for Betsy and I. During our undergrad days, we made a yearly pilgrimage with some of our best friends down to the Big Easy for Mardi Gras, watching the parades and generally acting silly. Years later, it was where and when we decided to get married, eloping to New Orleans and getting married in the New Orleans Parish courthouse on Lundi Gras of 2001.
It’s a great holiday, and to everyone: Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!
Lately, Eliza has a seriously stuffy nose when she wakes up in the mornings. The doctor has suggested saline drops in her nose and a humidifier in her room. So Jason is making a pit stop on the way home tonight. It’s the saddest thing in the world to hear her struggling to breathe while she drinks from her bottle. But hopefully she’ll be better in the morning. She doesn’t have a fever or anything, so it’s just normal baby stuff. But it’s still tough to listen to and not be able to help!
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.
