Poor Georgia's sleep schedule is all off kilter. We've tried Tylenol, Orajel, letting her stay up later, letting her cry it out, rubbing her back, singing to her, bottles, you name it. What finally worked? A Christmas CD of dulcimer music. Since we are away from home it was the closest thing we could find to lullabyes. It worked so well though that if Grammie can't find it come the holiday season I know she will come looking for us.
OB in the morning. We are hoping they tell me something like "You have to take it easy, but you can go about your normal activities." The bleeding has finally stopped. It had mostly tapered off by late last night and it is hard to remember that when there are no outward signs of something being amiss that there can still BE something amiss. Alex is good at reminding me to sit down though. In fact, he wants me to LAY down most the time. He's a doll.
It's been a little over two days since I took to the couch (various ones though they may be) and I will admit I am already going slightly cuckoo for cocoa puffs. But we will do whatever they tell us to do to make sure this little baby is ok of course. And we are grateful to have a place and the time to bunk out for a few days. Thankfully Georgia was a little happier today. She's so charming when she's not going through teething torture. It's nice to be reminded of that.
Toodles for now. And thanks again for all the good tidings. Dulcimer and otherwise.