Yesterday was not a good day for Lina

(side note: I just wrote my name as "Linda" -- give you any insight into how I am doing?)

Yesterday was the first day that Miles and I had on our own... or at least it was supposed to be. After probably a total of 4 hours of sleep, being awake for 8 hours by noon, and 4 hours of Mile's wailing inconsolably, and baby puke to write home about, it seems I needed rescuing. Right about the time that I sent the SOS, I actually got the situation under control. When Tim came home at 3:00, we were both napping upstairs and Miles awoke in a delightful mood.... which he stayed in through Grandma and Grandpa's visit. In fact, he was a little angel until about 8:00 when he got over tired and fussy again.

I headed to bed early and let Tim give him a bottle at 9:00. The two of them came to bed around 11:30 and we had (another) fitful night. It seems our boy has taken to squeaking throughout the night. It might be somewhat cute, except that it robs us of sleep. Tim was "on call" or should I say "on squeak" until 1. Then I took over from 1 - 5. And Tim was back on from 5 - 7. On squeak doesn't take much except putting a hand on our sleeping boy. He stops squeaking when this takes place and we get more sleep. We may need to revisit our sleeping strategy as being on squeak doesn't yield much rest, regardless of whether he quiets down or not.

This morning started before 7:00 - but the good news is that I got a shower in! At 8, a fed Miles and I drove Dad to BART in Millbrea and headed home. He got home pretty fussy, but I got him into the baby bjorn and now he is zonked out on my chest. I got some paperwork organized and have been on the phone with insurance companies all morning (isn't our health care system lovely?). It's now time for another feeding, but this day is off to a far better start then yesterday! If you read this, send me good thoughts - Tim won't be home until late!!