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Last night was not a good night. You were cranky when I picked you up from Grandma Laurie's. Then we discovered you'd only had 3 bottles at daycare! No wonder you were cranky! I fed you a couple of times and you fell asleep at 7. Worried about your tummy, I woke you up to feed you at 9. I shouldn't have. It took a while to get you down, and then you woke up repeatedly all night. When I got up to feed you at 2 a.m., you wouldn't go back down. If I put you down or even stopped patting your back, you'd cry. Finally, I realized you sounded congested (though maybe just from all the crying), and we worked to empty your nose with the nose squeegee. You didn't like that one bit, and your screaming brought Daddy in the room.

Two hours, another nursing and lots of rocking later, you were down restlessly for another hour or so. Then you were up for the day, and so was I.

It was a long night.