If you read my very long ranty, I-hate-TSA post (nobody did, so don’t feel bad) you might be wondering how Sophia did without me. She did really well, just not on the first night. Poor Kurtie.
After a couple of hours of fussing, Sophia finally went to sleep the first night. She woke up at midnight and started SCREAMING when she saw daddy’s face instead of mine. She screamed for two hours. She woke up early, still tired, so Kurt had her fall asleep with him. I called at eight in the morning to see how things were going and woke them both up. Kurt said that the rest of the day wherever they went in the house, Sophia would look all around the room to see if I was there. That evening I called again. Kurt said that she was ok during the day, but looked very sad. She was playing quietly while he talked to me, then he put the phone up to her ear. I talked to her, she recognized my voice and she started crying. Kurt said she looked at him as if to say, “How dare you put my mommy *in* the phone”. The next night went better. She was so tired from the previous night that she “passed out” in Kurt’s arms at six that evening.
Other than that, things went well for them. The whole month prior to my trip, I gave Sophia her morning cereal with formula so that I knew she’d be ok with that different taste and it wouldn’t upset her stomach. She was already ok with a bottle since daycare; so the lack of nighttime mommy milk machine that was the only tough part.
And she’s been able to 
I write this while wondering if there really are any benefits to milk baths. Yep, I got another one. My little faithful fountain blew again. She coughs so hard after eating sometimes that she erupts. She’s so miserable. I want my smiling, giggling little baby back. 
Oh and she had a two hour nap on her stomach! (They of course place her on her back to sleep.)
