Eight times

Last night, our old night nurse (the one who helped me recover from the C-section) came back and she kept a log of Baby V's night wakings.

EIGHT.

It's not my imagination, so that's a relief. And there is nothing I'm doing wrong necessarily, since a woman who does this for a LIVING can't get her to sleep more than an hour in a row.

We even started her on solids in the last couple days, thinking that might help, but it's exactly the same despite her wolfing down big bowls of rice cereal.

Maybe it's the pacifier. Maybe if we rid ourselves of the pacifier, she'll learn to suck her thumb and be more self-sufficient in putting herself back to sleep?

Maybe it's gas? Related to, maybe sucking on the pacifier? Or just regular old gas?

Maybe she's allergic to cats, and that's why she is snotty a lot of the time?

Maybe I thought the thrush was cured, but perhaps she has a painful yeast infection I haven't been able to identify.

I read in Parenting magazine that frequent night wakings can sometimes be attributed to an ear infection, so I'm hauling her into Dr. M's office today so he can check her over.

What the HELL IS GOING ON?

And I am SO BLESSED that I missed the party last night and got a little sleep myself.

EIGHT TIMES.