We are finally getting some. Gabby has turned a new corner this week with her sleeping patterns at night. We got the
ok from the doctor to give her her last feeding at ten or so and then let her sleep as long as she will go. The first few night she went four to five hours. Then six. This week, Monday she went eight hours, Tuesday seven hours, Wednesday 5 and a half hours, Thursday seven and a half hours. I think we are onto something here. Loving every minute of it I might add!
With all this new found sleep now I am having dreams about daycare nightmares. So, in one dream Gabby was being watched over night by the cinnamon roll lady at the fair in the cinnamon roll trailer. She was so hot when she woke up she was sweating from the cooking the cinnamon rolls already. What, I know. Strange.
The other dream I had I was working at Target and went to check on Gabby in the day care and they had her with three other babies on the top bunk of a bunk bed first of all. Then they had her lying face down. I kept telling them she couldn't support her head enough yet but
every time I looked at her she was still face down struggling to pick her head up. Then I had a hard time even picking her out from the other babies. I was so scared I wasn't going to know my own child.
Guess with us starting daycare next month I am feeling anxious. Can you tell?!?!?
On the right, Rossi Chamberlin. Upon meeting Gabby he promptly felt her up. Yes, that is right. She was ten weeks old and he was four weeks old and he was already putting the moves on her. He is so smooth already! At least her other boyfriend, Mason, has been a southern gentlemen.
