So I think we may have figured it out......

So the past couple of days have gone from good to worse. Monday was a week since we brought Raylee home from the hospital. By the way, I think I forgot to explain that whole experience in my last blog. When we left the hospital last Monday I felt as if I was President Bush's daughter or something. When we got ready to leave and go down to the car we were escorted by a hospital police/security officer to the car. We left the post partum floor and went out to the elevator. We get on the elevator and it is me, Billy, the nurse and the officer and another lady tries to get on there with us and the officer wont let her. She explains that it is hospital policy that no one can ride down with us bc we have a baby. This kind of freaked me out! So we get off the elevator and make our way out to the front of the hospital where the car is parked at the front door. Billy puts Raylee in and I hobble in and I turn around and the officer is still standing by the car guarding it. It took us a couple of mins to get situated and settled in before we start to go and the officer stood by the car until we pulled away. I understand the policy and that it was for our own safety but that really freaked me out. They acted like there are people lurking around in the halls just waiting to yank babies or something. But I guess the way the world is today you never know!

Anyway.....I have been breast feeding since we came home and I have come to the conclusion that miss priss isn't getting enough to eat. With that being said we have now added a little formula to her diet and she is a much happier, full baby. She nurses really well but sometimes she doesn't stay a sleep long. At least one of feedings during the night she will not go back to sleep after she gets finish nursing. She will just cry and cry like she is heart broken and nothing makes her happy. Several times I have been driven to do what I said I would NEVER EVER DO and that is put her in the bed with us. However, she has never slept more than two hours in our bed and once she gets to sleep good we put her in the bassinet. I have learned this week to never say what you will and wont do. When you have a baby that is screaming to the top of her lungs and will not stop and it is 2:00 in the morning, you do what you have to do!