It's been a rather eventful few days around here. We introduced formula into Addison's diet, we solidified a bedtime routine, and we are letting her cry it out. I suppose it's more appropriate to say making her cry it out, as I gather from the crying that she doesn't exactly feel happy about doing it. The bad news is that night 3 lasted twice as long as night 2, but the good news is that for three nights in a row, she's slept solidly. She has still woken up for a middle of the night feeding, but she seems to be doing very well at getting herself back to sleep when she wakes up for other reasons. We are going to continue the program for at least a week, and then reevaluate if necessary.
Introducing formula had a rather bumpy start. We decided to do one bottle every day, at bedtime. On the first night, all was good until she realized it was different, at which point she refused to open her mouth. On the second night, she gave it four decent tries, then completely protested. On the third night, she ate two ounces somewhat easily, but protested after that. So on night four, we mixed two ounces of breastmilk with two ounces of formula, and she ate like a champ. In a few days we'll change up the ratio and slowly increase the formula amount. So far, her digestive system seems to be handling it rather well, maybe even better than breastmilk, which is completely ass backwards. We're using Enfamil Gentilese - it's supposed to help ease the fussiness and gas. We have 11 cans of it that was gifted to us by a relative with leftovers. I'm really glad it seems to be working out because that's a lot of money we'll save!
And even more exciting than all of the above (NOT) is that Aunt Flo has returned from her extended vacation. She showed up at my doorstep last night completely unannounced (what a bitch, right?). I tried to politely tell her she wasn't missed, but she doesn't seem to care.