Chicago Machine

First off, thank you so much for the supportive feedback to my previous blog. Sadly, I have to report that things have gone from bad to worse. Puerto Rico was great. Amelia enjoyed it so much she barely napped and woke up every night twice. We love her grandma and grandpa, but they are from the school of "I've raised my kids, now you raise yours", so there was no midnight help. Lots of help during the day, though.

Back in Chicago, she either has a cold or is theething or both, so the night time has been even harder than before. She's congested and uncomfortable, so going against what every book says about there first cold, I took her to the pediatrician yesterday.

I admit that I love being at my pediatrician's office. I hate taking her there and expose her to all the kids that spent the night projectile vomiting, but once I'm with her doctor, I feel so safe. The doctor and his staff make me feel better about my worries. They seem to have all the answers. I wonder if we can move in.

Dr. King says we can start getting her on the sleeping schedule again, but I feel awful letting her cry it out when she's so congested. So we've decided this weekend we will get back on the wagon. We are between crying it out and the Ferber system, but the last one might have us sleep deprived for another week.

I'll let you know how it goes. Meanwhile, I'll pile on the make up and have 2 cups of coffee instead of one so I can be my perky self Around Town.