Trick Baby

We definitely have a "Trick Baby."

A Trick Baby is a well-behaved child who, from birth, sleeps, burps and smiles on command. It's called a Trick Baby because it's the kind of child to inspires others to procreate, as they think, "Hey, kids are EASY! And so cute!"

Then they go on to have a normal baby, realizing much too late that they've been HAD by a Trick Baby.

Anyway, last night Baby V slept mostly with Hub-D and me.

I've resolved that, in general, she should sleep in her crib (Dr. M. has changed his position on co-sleeping, having recently attended a SIDS conference that scared the poop out of him). Luckily, it seems that Baby V agrees with the crib, as she sacks out there for 3-4 hour stretches in her "Kiddopotamus" swaddler.

But last night was a little different.

After nursing for a long time, I accidentally lay her horizontally without giving her a chance to digest all that hard-won boobmilk -- so she hurled up the whole mass of it. It was heartbreaking, watching everything shoot out the wrong way, soaking through my PJ's and hers.

Then, of course, she was hungry.

[NB: This is another place where my sorority experience comes in handy. Specifically, I have a lot of great words for the various phenomena surrounding throwing up. As in: "Sweetheart, is this a boot-n-rally? OK, you can boot-n-rally. Just give Mama a chance to make some more milk and you can totally boot-n-rally." (For the uninitiated, "boot-n-rally" refers to a partygoer who keeps boozing it up after they've thrown up their entire stomach contents. Go Blue!)]

So I snuggled with her for awhile. She was hungry, but not making a big deal out of it. And eventually, she and I just passed out in bed together. Hub-D checked on us periodically, making sure no bedding was close to Baby V, and it was so cozy and warm. We nursed a little, then slept like that until 6am. She ate again and sacked out in her crib until 8:30am.

What'd I tell you? Trick Baby.