Tonight marked the beginning of our newly imposed bedtime routine. 7 p.m. is now going to mark the commencement of bath time, a massage with lotion, pajamas, nursing, and then sleep. I am the queen of late nights and afternoon starts no more, for Kynzie's sake. Off to a bad start, tonight's routine began at 7:20. After happily nursing, Kynzie took a bath. And as normal, she threw both of her feet off the sides of the net and into the water. So cute! Bath time was all smiles. After her bath, I laid her on her blanket and quietly spoke to her while massaging her with lotion. And then on went the pajamas. And then just as planned, she nursed. Everything was going great! But the instant we put her in her crib to sleep, she thought it was play time. Shortly after play time was over, she began exhibiting those classic sleepy signs, and oh boy, was she fighting sleep! We tried giving her a bottle...the times that Ryan gets to feed her are few and far between, and sometimes, Daddy needs that feeding-bonding time too. She wasn't having the bottle. She wanted nothing to do with it. I swear she could smell me! After nearly an hour of fussing, I finally let her nurse. She wasn't hungry- she was nursing purely for the comfort. So I nursed her, held her, loved her, cuddled her, finally got her to sleep, and put her in her swing- one of her favorite places. Well, there's always tomorrow!
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