What can I say? We have an easy baby. I apologize to the entire blogworld for any complaints I have previously entered here. I also reserve the right to return to complaining at any time. (Come on, I have a newborn here. Who changes every day. And this is my blog, after all. Where else am I going to complain?)
The baby, who is not quite three weeks old, is on a schedule. She eats every 3.5 hours during the day, then plays, then naps. She goes to bed at 10:30, wakes once for a bottle, and sleeps until 8 a.m.
I don't know how we accomplished this. My husband says that God gives us only what we can handle, so he must know how weak we really are. That's probably true. After those first few sleep-deprived nights in a hotel, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Things are so, SO much better now. Olivia has a mommy now who can handle her inexplicable fussy times with grace and patience because her mommy gets plenty of sleep at night. And, oh, what a gift that is!