+ Twenty-eight +
Saturday was my 28th birthday! How old I am getting. :-) Really, I'm still young, but when I look at you and think about how much life you have left to live, well... it makes me feel old. That's okay, honestly, it's all a perspective thing. Daddy gave me a lovely Italian charm bracelet, with hearts for him, a smiley face for the doggie, and a cute little pink baby foot for you. It's so pretty. I think you'll really like it when you get older. I'm hoping one day to get you one too.

You were in such a good mood this morning, all kicks and smiles. Very cute. I was a little worried about you yesterday and Sunday. Sunday you started this random crying like something really hurt, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. You continued doing it off and on through yesterday evening. When I got you home, I took your temperature, and it was very slightly elevated. After investigating as thoroughly as possible and still being at a loss, I gave you a little baby Tylenol. Within 1/2 hour, it brought your temp back down and you were happy albeit a little drowsy. We did our bedtime routine and you slept great. You haven't had a real crying jag since.

This morning, I woke up and pumped the right side since it was painfully full... I got 5 ounces out of one breast! That's never happened. I probably could have gotten 6 or more, even, but the bottle would only hold 5 before the pump valve was submerged in milk and the pump stopped working. I didn't get another bottle, I just gave you what was left (plus the other side) when it came time to feed you. I wish I could have that happen every morning, but I won't count on it.