A Sad Ending
The baby I've been hand feeding, every 2-3 hours for the past several days, died this morning. She wasn't looking so good at her 6:30am feeding, and by 9am she was dead. It's very sad and I feel like I've wasted the past several days, but I felt that I had to give it my best shot. So now I'm absolutely beat, my house is a mess, and my friends have forgotten what I look and sound like. Email and questionnaires are backed up and people want pictures of their babies. I just want to take a nap. The feedings have put my body on a very odd cycle of sleeping whenever I can get to the bed.
Here is a pic in memory of the little one: