That's what I get ...

... for even MENTIONING the 11 hour stretch. It was a fluke; both glorious and elusive. I was up the next night at 2:30am feeding a baby that had been tossing and turning for awhile while doing several tongue thrusts like a thirsty man in the desert. She then decided to wake up at 5:30am, as if the 2:30am wake up call wasn't enough. So last night we went back to our primitive ways of feeding her before we went to bed, and by golly she made it until 6:30am. We won't be giving that late evening feeding up just yet, much to my chagrin. (I love using old lady words BTW).

Something is still very off with her. Miss cranky pants continues to eat less than stellar and nap poorly (and the nipple chewing has become a part of our eating routine). I have noticed that she is more drooly lately (apparently spell check doesn't know the word "drooly"), and has a few other signs of teething so who knows. I guess it isn't impossible for a baby her age to teeth this young, but woe is me if she starts this now because the journey ahead does not look fun (considering we'll have to go through this at least 20x). I have a growing sympathy for Mama Tiger Shark.