Missing Eleanor

Got home yesterday afternoon after a really long drive (that's a whole separate story). It was so odd being back in my own house after two months! I didn't realize it would feel so foreign to me. I miss sweet little Eleanor (and of course her mom and dad too!). This house feels so empty without her.

The day before I left, Eleanor had a very fussy day. She didn't want to sleep at all and because of that she was not even happy when she was nursing, sucking for a while and then pulling away screaming like she was in pain. It was tough on Kelly and Clint, trying to find ways to comfort her. I hated so much that I was leaving the next day and I probably wouldn't have left then if the rest of the family wasn't so insistent on finally seeing me again. (I talked with Kelly yesterday evening and luckily after a bit of a fussy start Eleanor got a nice long nap and seemed to be in a better mood.)

Last night, the first night in a very long time in my own bed, I was tossing and turning with constant dreams about Eleanor. I was just holding her and talking to her. I am really missing that sweet baby! Isn't it amazing how in two weeks a baby can so completely fill your life??