Poor Em (and by Em I mean me)

This sweet girl has turned into a diva. A sweet and adorable diva, but a diva nonetheless. 

Not to compare my kids, but I am going to. My other two girls were pretty easy as babies. Liv had a rough first month but once she figured out her days and nights, we were good. Both girls would eat, hang out in the bouncer, or the swing, or I would hold them and they would fall asleep. I would wake them up and feed them and that cycle would repeat itself over and over. I could run errands. I could work out. I could nap. It was nice. And they both slept through the night before 8 weeks. 

Little Emiline is a whole new ball game! She eats. Then chills somewhere for about 20 minutes. Then cries. So I put her to bed. Where she cries. So I pick her up. Where she cries. I put her in the bouncer and she cries. Swing. Cries. 

I always regretted how quickly I made Liv cry it out and I vowed I wouldn't do that to our third child but sweet girl is leaving me no choice. She makes it very hard to go anywhere too because she will fight sleep with all her might and ends up being the screaming child in the store. My first two never did that! 

I know she is just tired and she really wants on her belly in bed. She eventually will fall asleep but not without some hard work on my end!

I have even given up caffeine (argh!) and dairy to see if it makes a difference. The jury is still out on that. 

Oh the newborn stage. I love it and hate it at the same time. I treasure every minute and then appreciate that she WILL get older and easier. 

I think I could do another newborn at some point but I don't really want to make any plans for that just yet. Let me sleep some first.