Pretty Girl

Anya did a lot of screaming and crying last night. I slept for a couple of hours and went back into the living room to give my dad a break. I laid down on the couch with her on my chest and let her suck on my index finger for comfort. She had a death grip on my hand to keep my finger within reach. It finally calmed her down enough after crying wore her down that she fell asleep. My dad covered me with a blanket and helped me prop a pillow under my elbow so she could hold onto my finger, and I ended up sleeping the rest of the night there on the couch to comfort my baby girl. My parents woke me up this morning and took her for a bit so I could get some decent sleep in my room. Anya finally had two dirty diapers today after almost 24 hours of only wet diapers so I think she feels much better. She's behaving more like her normal self, and the fussiness has pretty much dissipated completely. We gave her a bath this morning which she didn't particularly love, but she quit crying once we got her dried off and dressed. She's taking her pacifier like a champ and cooing at us all between naps and bottles. She's currently content on her tummy mat where she fell asleep watching the nose on her musical polar bear light up in time with the lullabies. And as I watch her I don't feel a single bit of frustration over staying up with her or sleeping on the couch to comfort her. It's all worth it to keep her happy and content. Being a mom is amazing. How did I ever live without her?

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