Holy run-on sentence, Batman!
We haven't been running our AC or heat for the past month. We were trying to give the poor unit a break as we (I) had run it non-stop while being pregnant in August and September in the South. Last night, however, the temperatures dropped to the low 40's/upper 30's. We did not realize this. Wee Bud was bundled up as she has been and seemed content when we put her to bed. Around 1am though she started to fuss. Off and on the rest of the night. We couldn't figure it out. She wasn't hungry, we tried that. She hadn't soiled her diaper, we checked that. We burped, rocked and soothed her. Nothing. As soon as she was back in her bassinet she would cry.
I started crying too.
When the sun came up and Captain left for work, I had no energy. Wee Bud was wide awake. I climbed out of bed and realized that my nose was perfectly chilled, my favorite autumn/winter feeling. Then a lightbulb clicked on somewhere in my frosted-over, sleep-deprived brain. I felt Wee Bud's nose. It was also chilled. She, however, seemed less than thrilled by it. I picked her up and bundled her in a fleece swaddle we had been given. I even tucked in her arms, which she normally doesn't appreciate. I laid her back down in her bassinet. She looked up at me almost appreciatively and then immediately passed out.
It was almost 9am and I had made the bed and dressed for the day. It didn't stop me from pulling shut the curtains (yay for blackout curtains!) and falling asleep with her for the next few hours.
Our day yesterday began at noon. When it was closer to 65 degrees outside. And now that Captain and I figured out that babies get cold (and at a faster rate than we do) the heater is on.
Wee Bud's warm so we all get sleep. Everybody wins!
Except maybe our heat unit. And electric bill. But they don't have a say in the matter.
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