9:30 - Josie goes to sleep. We had guests over, but after nursing her and sitting in my bed for five minutes to make sure she'd stay down, I... don't remember. I can only assume Marc hung out with everyone downstairs and they were understanding about my disappearance.
1:30 - I wake up. The room is silent. I glance at the clock and realize it's been four hours with no noise from the baby... OHMIGOD IS SHE DEAD? No she's not, she's breathing. Phew. Okay, settle from that adrenalin to figure out why I'm awake... OHMIGOD BOOB. I only nursed on one side at 9:30 before she fell asleep, which means left side was going on hour six, it's going to blow! Run downstairs to pump.
1:35 - usually pumping breastmilk gets me about 1.5-2 oz per side in 15 minutes. But after five minutes I had 3oz. Figured that was enough.
2:00 - Baby wakes up hungry. No problem, right side still feels way too full anyway.
2:15 - Baby throws up everywhere. Not spitup, no, it's like a milky version of a water cannon. Damn maybe the right side was too full. Anyway, I go ahead and feed her on the left side to replace what she just lost, and get her back down.
3:00 - I can't sleep. WTF. I seriously don't know what to do with four straight hours of sleep, my body rejects it. Plus it's freaking freezing in our room because Marc was the last one up and no doubt cranked the AC down.
4:30 - Afraid to repeat baby throwup/uncomfortable waking up experience, go downstairs to pump again.
5:30 - Baby wakes up. After feeding her I'm too damn tired to stay awake and Marc takes her downstairs to entertain her.
She likes 5:30 morning wakeups, by the way. I'm not sure how to adjust this because we don't enforce any specific "bedtime", we haven't figure out how. Sometimes she drifts off at 7 and that's the last we hear from her until 10... so do we call bedtime at 7 or 10? Sometimes we can't get her to sleep until 11. It's too random.
Here she is... probably thinking "I don't know why you people are so bothered, just be like me and chill!"