It's Going to Be a Long Night

It's not even 9:30 and both kids have required two interventions each tonight. Parker cried and woke up because she pooped, so I'm happy that she A) did this at 9pm instead of at 2am and B) knew enough to let us know that she pooped. And her poop finally looks normal again instead of runny, which along with a full-body, 24-hour rash, was her reaction to eating baby oatmeal cereal for the first time. I sat with her in the rocking chair for a few minutes after changing her diaper, knowing that I should probably just set her back in the crib to let her fall asleep on her own. But she was so content and so was I, so I waited a couple more minutes. One of the downsides to having sleep-trained kids is that you never get to hold them while they're sleeping unless you're on an airplane during nap time or they're sick. I was holding her and actually reminiscing about being on a nightmare evening flight from Minneapolis which was yes, horrifically long, but I got to hold my baby and feel her completely relax into my arms. Anyway, back to tonight, as I was rocking, I felt her do her full body flex and prepare to poop again. Which she did.

Since then, I've been listening to both her and Miles alternate on the monitors, crying. Miles was sick yesterday so we've already given him tylenol, water, changed his diaper, and covered him up with a blanket. Now we have to tough it out or we will all be miserable tomorrow.