
Things have been much improved this week although I have no expectations that it will last. As I've discovered in the past, hopes and expectations generally get cruelly dashed! Daisy seems to be slipping in to a very loose routine during the day although the nights are still a bit all over the place. She is also getting much better at sleeping in her moses basket at night although I have to confess that there have been a couple of times when I've purposely kept her in our bed as she is so nice and snuggly. Very bad of me but it's so sweet when she is zonked out on top of me like a little starfish.
She is generally in a 3-4 hour eating cycle at night which means she is asleep for 2-3 hours at a time. I never thought I'd get excited about getting 3 hours unbroken sleep. She tends to eat a bit more during the day and 7pm-11pm seems to be her most active time. It's really nice for Andy as it means he gets to spend time with her in the evening and very nice for me as it means he can take over and give me a break. However, it often means she is feeding every 1-2 hours during that time which can be a bit exhausting. I'm keeping up with her by eating every 1-2 hours myself, oh dear.
We are very thankful that Daisy is having such a good week as we have both been laid low with awful colds. Andy is a lot better now but I'm still feeling pretty awful and I had to miss the NCT coffee afternoon today as I didn't want to make the other babies sick. Very disappointing as it's lovely to catch up with everyone and share the highs and lows.
I've been terrible at replying to emails for which I apologise. I really enjoy getting them so please don't stop emailing if you haven't heard back from me. They are being read and appreciated and I'm hoping that I'll soon be able to find the time to start replying. It seems that everytime I try to do something Daisy realises that she doesn't have 100% of my attention and does whatever it takes to distract me. It's taken me about 20 attempts and the best part of the day to get this blog updated...
For the non kiwis reading this, puku means tummy!
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