On Our Own

We survived being left alone! Brian went back to work yesterday. In spite of the lack of sleep, I managed to get in a shower, bring Maggie to work to fill out paperwork and drop off my doctor's note (that was about a 2 hour trip by itself), and go to Wal-Mart to return some things. Margaret was fantastic during all of that. Then we settled in for a short nap in the afternoon before Daddy came home.

Last night was a long night. I didn't manage to get in my evening nap, and Margaret insisted on waking for feedings every 2 hours from 1:00AM on. When she was still up at 6:00AM after eating a half hour or so before (but not fussing), I actually turned my back on her in the co-sleeper and went back to sleep. So did she...and she didn't wake until 9:45. If only she would have slept for a stretch like that last night!

Today was another busy day. Shower and then Maggie peed all over the changing pad during a diaper change. So we ended up with an impromptu bath for Maggie, as well. Then a trip to the pediatrician's office in the afternoon. Our little piggy is now 9 pounds 9 ounces! She gained over 1 pound in the last week! Her doctor said that's great though and that obviously, our mix of formula and breast feeding is working for her. After the doctor's, we even did some grocery shopping. Then I made cookies (well, I put the blocks of pre-made cookie dough on the cookie sheets and heated them up) and dinner. Then I uploaded some more photos to our gallery and updated Margaret's website. Busy day! Funny thing though... I LOVED it. I never pictured myself as being ABLE (content?) to be a stay at home mom, but it felt really good today and yesterday. We'll see if I still feel that way several weeks from now, but at least it's working for us currently.

I go back to work August 22nd. It will be here before we know it! :(

Some pictures:

Many Thanks!

First off, I want to thank all my sistas and friends I have found online for your support! Kether, Kat, Jackie, Jackie, Lauren, Christine, Jen, Carrie, etc, etc, etc!! You have been an immense help in dealing with the most recent struggles and I appreciate it so much!

We continue with bottle feeding. Brian has taken on most of the bottle feedings for now, but he will be returning to work on Wednesday, so I will be back to providing most of the meals. But at least her appetite isn't quite as demanding while on this mix of formula and breastfeeding. She was down from 14 to 10 feedings as of yesterday: 5 formula, 5 breastfeeding. For the most part, I'm concentrating on her night feedings as breastfeedings because it's easier than getting out of bed to make up a bottle for her. Not only is she less demanding, but she's sleeping great, too. I probably shouldn't say anything, lest I jinx it, but for 3 nights in a row now, we've gotten roughly 6.5-7 hours of sleep, total. She'll settle in around 11PM/midnight, sleep until around 3AM, feed for a half hour or so, and then sleep for another 3 or 4 hours. I can certainly deal with this schedule! Last night, she even completed her 2nd stretch of sleep in her co-sleeper! We put her in the Swaddle Me before bed last night, wondering if swaddling better would help her sleep better (and not have to sleep in our bed). It seems that made a difference. Bolstered by this success, I have an Amazing Miracle Blanket on the way. But I know, I know, she's only 10 days old...she can change this habit in an instant without any warning. I'm just enjoying it while it lasts.

The one drawback to formula: toxic poop. Last night I realized that she smelled like chemicals. It ended up being a poopy diaper (which, BTW, was one of only 3 that day...instead of her usual 8 or so when exclusively breastfed). Yuck! Brian was graced with a formula poop this morning, too. I was a bit freaked out that it smelled so "unnatural" - what's in that formula anyway that would make it smell so not like poop? But it doesn't seem to be bothering her any.

Margaret is much more alert now when she's awake. Her waking periods aren't long, but she looks around like she's taking in everything. I really must find a development guideline to figure out where she is. Is it possible she can focus further than 1ft away already? She's also been trying extensively to roll over when she's been on her play mat. I know this is NOT normal, but it's pretty cool to watch. I can't believe she's already becoming less of a "blob"! :)

I almost forgot! Becky is getting along well with her new little sister! She has taken on the role of protector, constantly checking up on Margaret. She does forget that she has to be gentle with her sometimes, but it's out of love and not malice. Our biggest problem is when Margaret is on her play mat, since Becky thinks she's supposed to play with Margaret and shower her with kisses.

Incredible Guilt

I ended up not mentioning my concerns at the pediatrician appointment on Wednesday. Every time I tried to discuss it with Brian, he would say it was okay, but he would have this look on his face that proved it was not. I felt too guilty to say anything, especially with how the pediatrician was promoting breastfeeding. I promised Brian one more day. Thursday came and we had a pretty good night with sleep and feeding. I tried to get through one more day before calling the pediatrician. Each feeding still upset me, but the guilt of giving it up when I don't *have* to was also eating away at me. Then last night we had a night from heck. Fussiness from 9:30PM until 2AM, when I gave up and actually took her into bed with us. Feeding wasn't helping, rocking wasn't helping, shushing wasn't helping. For some reason, co-sleeping helped. She slept until 6:30AM with us in bed, and at that point, I woke her up because I was afraid of her going too long without eating. We do not want this to become a habit. Co-sleeping may work well for others, but it scares me to have an infant in the bed with us, especially since we're 2 bigger people and I tend to move around a lot in my sleep.

Anyway, by 11AM today, I made the call. Again, feeling totally guilt-ridden when I was asked why I wanted to give it up. The doctor called back in the afternoon and we discussed the options. She really promoted doing a combination of breastfeeding and formula-feeding, but also acknowledged that I have to do what is best for our relationship in the end. She left it totally up to me. I talked with Brian about it and decided that I would give part-time breastfeeding a shot. This way, I can go back to breastfeeding if I decide formula isn't working for us; whereas, if I quit cold-turkey, my milk would dry up and I'd lose that chance.

Going to the store to buy that formula was a huge step for me, and it weighed heavily on my mind all afternoon. All the pros and cons of each option spun around in my mind constantly. Eventually, we did go to the store to buy that first can of formula: Nestle Good Start Supreme, 32 oz. The first $20 being spent, essentially, unnecessarily due to my emotional issues. I stared at the can when we got home, unsure of what to do. Finally, Brian offered to feed Margaret her first bottle. I followed the instructions to a T and gave him the first bottle of formula. I feared what would come next considering some of the stories I've heard of babies refusing bottles when Mommy is nearby. Amazingly, our little piggy had absolutely no problem taking the bottle. She did get confused and blow into the bottle instead of sucking out a few times, but she ate 2 oz like a champ. We've crossed the line. I still feel incredibly guilty. I don't know if that feeling will go away. But at least she ate, and that's what's most important.

Fear

You never really get rid of fear. Whether it's early pregnancy fear that you may lose that child, to fear of how you will provide for that child, it's always there on some level. My latest fear: Brian going back to work and leaving me alone with Maggie. Next Wednesday, he returns to work and I will be all alone. I'm not sure I can handle it. He has been a tremendous help, changing just about every dirty diaper (except on the night shift since I'm up anyway to feed her), as well as taking her every once in a while so I can squeeze in a nap. He loves playing with her, even though there isn't much they can do right now. And I love having him here with us. But when he returns to work and I will become not only the constant provider of food (which I already am), but also the sole source of entertainment and care, I'm afraid that I will not live up to the roles required of me.

I still think the root of this fear comes from the overwhelmed feeling I get from breastfeeding. I can't quite explain it, I guess, since Brian seems to think that my concerns are that I won't be able to feed her. It's not that at all. It's just the thought that every meal MUST come from me, whether it's on the boob itself or through a pumping. And with how demanding she has been for those meals, it just freaks me out a bit, I guess.

She was a little better yesterday. We tried to get in longer feeding sessions, in hopes that she would require them less often. We also tried to keep her up as much as possible during the day. I tried to take a nap at 8:30PM, but she wouldn't stop fussing for Brian and by 9:15, he brought her into our room. I was less than thrilled as I was already feeling a bit frazzled from no naps all day for me. We did a 40-odd minute feeding and I put her down for the night. The next time she awoke was at 12:20AM, a much longer stretch than usual. Again, another 40-45 minute feeding, and I put her down. This time, she woke up only 15 minutes later wanting to eat again. So another feeding, this one 30 minutes. Then, I didn't hear another peep from her until after 5AM. I could probably deal with this schedule if she would stick with it, but we all know that babies this age don't adhere to schedules. Still, the sleep was nice while I was able to get it.

Sleep Deprivation

I'm in love. Honest! It's hard to believe how much you can love someone you've never met and hardly know. I find myself staring at those long little fingers, that cute pouty mouth, and her pefect little nose, wondering how it is I deserved such a perfect little person in my life.

On the other hand, I miss my sleep. I don't mind less sleep. I just want *some* sleep. When I decided that breastfeeding was for me, I had no idea that the guidelines of 8-12 feedings a day, which is supposed to equate to a feeding every 2-3 hours, could actually mean feedings every 45 minutes or so all night long. We'll finish a feeding, and 30-45 minutes later, she wants to eat again. All night long. And if she doesn't get it, she screams. But she sleeps peacefully most of the day. I talked to the pediatrician about this today and basically, all I can do is wait out this phase. It takes time to reset a circadian rhythm and she's obviously confused about when she should be awake and when she should sleep. We did have some improvement in daytime awakenings today--she was more awake during the day today than any day so far--but I dread when the sun sets. I dread the night coming and spending the whole thing trying to appease her insatiable hunger. My milk is in, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. And my boobs are so raw from her eating so frequently. 8-12 times a day my butt...this one wants to eat 14+ times a day! I'm getting really overwhelmed by breastfeeding, by her constant need to feed and being the only one who can fulfill that need. I have a pump and can always start pumping and using expressed breastmilk but I would still be providing all of those meals. I feel like I don't do anything else. Brian joked with me the day after she was born and called me the "lunch truck." It was funny for a day or two, but now I really feel like that's what I am. I don't get to enjoy my time with her because she spends most of it eating, and while she's been a trooper latching on, she has a strong suck (even the pediatrician commented on this) which hurts even with proper latch. I came across some of my hospital paperwork today and it stated that bottle-fed babies only need to be fed 6-7 times a day. That sounds heavenly right now. I tried to talk to Brian about it, but he keeps urging me to continue, to not give up yet, stating that it will get better. I know it will eventually, but I will always be the one to provide all of her meals. I'm having a hard time with this right now. I always said I wanted to exclusively breastfeed because of the health benefits of breastmilk, and I still feel strongly about those benefits. But I also think it isn't worth it if you have to trade your sanity for those benefits. I'm not sure what to do.

We had our first pediatrician visit this morning. She now weighs 8 lbs 6 oz. The doctors at the hospital didn't tell us that she was slightly jaundiced, but I did notice before the appointment that she looked a little yellow. Her pediatrician ordered bloodwork (which she was absolutely wonderful for - not a peep out of her!) and her numbers are up to 14 from 9, but he's not worried about it. He said her case isn't bad and he recommends just getting her out into the sun more. Otherwise, she's totally healthy and very strong. We go back Wednesday for another appointment.

Per doctor's orders, we went for a walk today. Our first trip out in public with Maggie. We took her to the same nature preserve where Brian took those preggo shots of me a couple weeks ago. She was good for most of the walk, although she did start crying near the end.

I'm so tired... I would give anything for more than 1 hour of sleep at a time right now.

Welcome...

We're home! Finally!! (And thank you, Lauren, for posting an update!)

As Lauren mentioned, the initial induction didn't really do much of anything. They started the Pitocin at 10PM on Tuesday and by the end of the first round (1PM Wednesday), I was still only 2.5 cm dilated, but now 80% effaced instead of 70%. I had been having pretty good contractions all along, but apparently, they weren't good enough. They gave me a 3 hour break to eat and shower, and then I was back on the Pitocin at 4PM. My doctor came by at 8PM to break my water (not exactly a pleasant sensation when you're stuck in a bed, BTW) and then the fun really began. They did let me labor in the jacuzzi tub for an hour, but after that, her heartrate was up to 200 bpm, so they made me lay on my side in bed so they could monitor her closely. Laying on my side made things A LOT worse. The contractions started coming one on top of the other, and they were long. I couldn't take the pain anymore and asked for the epidural just before midnight. Which was fortunate because when they checked me before giving the epidural, I was only 4cm dilated. I was able to sleep a bit but at 3:30AM, I started to get the urge to push. The OB had checked me not long before and I was 6cm dilated. I told the nurse about my problem and she checked me again...now 8cm and 100% effaced. She checked to see if upping the epidural would help, but it didn't do any good. She said she'd be back in a 1/2 hour to check me again... That time was pure agony. I knew pushing too soon could cause problems, so I had to fight the urge. And a half hour turned into an hour, during which time Brian pretty much slept right through it all. Finally, she came back at 4:30AM and said I was ready to go. It freaked me out a bit that it was just Brian, the nurse, and me trying to deliver this baby, but after about 15 minutes of pushing, she called for my OB. At 5AM, Margaret Isabelle came into this world... with the help of a nasty episiotomy (and a ton of sutures - ouch!!). Like Lauren said, 9 lbs 2 oz, 20.5 inches long, and healthy as could be. When we were discharged today, she was down to 8 lbs 5 oz, but they said that's normal, especially when breastfeeding.

Feeding has been going well so far. Maggie caught on fast as to what she's supposed to do. I'm getting a bit sore, but per the nurses, our technique is right, so I guess I'm just at that breaking-in phase.

I'm tired, I hope to never spend that much time in the hospital again, and I'm sore... but it was all worth it. We're in love. :)

Baby Peep is here!

I just got the call from Carrie!!!! Yes, she has been in labor this
whole time - ouch!

And what you've all been waiting for - Peep is a girl!!! Margaret
Isabelle was born at 5:00 a.m. June 16th. She weighed 9 pounds, 2
ounces (yikes!) and was 20 1/2 inches long.

Carrie started the pitocin at 10:00 p.m. on Tuesday and she didn't
dilate any further during that whole first round. They started a second
round on Wednesday afternoon and broke her water around 8:00 last
night. Then around midnight the contractions were really bad, so she
got an epidural. Pushing started around 4:30 a.m. and she was born at
5:00 a.m. exactly.

Carrie sounds great for being so exhausted! She will be in the hospital
until Saturday. I told her we better see pictures then!

Congratulations Carrie!!!

Still Nothing

I know a lot of you are wondering if I had any news, so I thought I'd
post again. Hopefully we will hear something very, very soon! I'm
wondering if maybe she forgot to bring my phone number. I hope that's
just the issue and that it's not Peep taking 2 days of labor!!! I have
her cell phone number, so if I don't hear anything by this afternoon, I
will probably call. I'd hate to bother her, but I want to make sure
everything is ok.
Lauren

No news yet...

This is Lauren posting for Carrie. Just wanted to say that I haven't
heard anything yet. I also wanted to test and make sure this works.
I'll be back as soon as I hear something. I was hoping we'd know by
now! :)

Nothing Yet!

LOL, you girls are so funny! I showed up at my parents' house for dinner sporting a tank top and capri pajama bottoms (hey, I have no shorts!), only to be told we were going out to the Chinese Buffet. I felt like such an ass, but mom assured me you couldn't tell they were PJs. Yeah, right! I can't even believe I was able to eat. I was nauseous all afternoon, and I'm nauseous again now. Sure, it's another "symptom" of labor coming, but seeing as there are no contractions to speak of, I'm pretty skeptical. I'm starting to think I'll need that Pitocin after all.

So we'll be leaving at about 6/6:30PM tomorrow to drop off Becky before going to the hospital (I have to call them around 6:30/7PM to make sure they have room for me). As soon as there's news, I will let Lauren know and she plans on doing an email post to the blog for me. We won't have internet access while at the hospital... no computer there and we don't pay for that sort of stuff on our cell phones... so this is the best I can offer. If for some reason the email posting doesn't work, I expect to be home sometime on Friday, if not sooner (I may decide to take them up on the early discharge and have a nurse visit me at home instead, especially if the post-partum room is as hot as it was during our tour last month). Freaky to think that in 24 hours, I will be in the hospital on the way to having Peep!!

Still Here!

I should just post a general TMI alert for any posts from this point forward, LOL!

I'm still here. I lost a lot of my mucus plug this morning. More than all of what I lost before total. Could this be the rest of it? I've also had 2 loose BMs today, yet another symptom that labor is imminent. From what I read, this could mean within 48 hours labor will start. How convenient! Perhaps we won't be needing the Pitocin after all! I will definitely ask them to start with a low dose and see if it jump starts without much drugs as it seems like my body is definitely moving toward going into labor anyway.

It's weird to be home today. Aside from sick days and vacations, I've worked every day for the last 17 years of my life (yes, even when I was 10 years old! I had a paper route, so I had to get up early EVERY day for that). I slept in until 8:30AM. Ate breakfast, laid on the couch, felt nauseous, so I went back to sleep by 10:30AM. Woke up at 12:30PM. Ate lunch, watched TV, laid in the recliner, then decided I better pay this week's bills before I forget about them. I promised Brian that I would take it easy, and I'm sticking to that since I know I will need my energy. I'll probably be up all night tomorrow, unless Peep decides to make an appearance even sooner.

My mom called earlier and invited us over for dinner tonight. Yay, I don't have to cook! Boo, she doesn't have air conditioning. Ugh! We've had more 90 degree days this month than we had all of last summer, and it's so HUMID. I've been perfectly content to stay in my air conditioned apartment and not go outside at all lately. But I'll brave the humidity since this is supposed to be a sort of belated birthday dinner for Brian. And besides, I don't want to leave any dirty dishes when I go to the hospital, so we might as well eat at someone else's house. ;)

Lest Anyone Worry...

...I'm still here! Just had a busy day yesterday at my MIL's house, and today I'm trying to take it easy. I've lost bits of my mucus plug a few times now, and I think I had a bout of nesting this morning (I just HAD to clean the bathroom...but I made myself rest after that because I know I will need my energy), so things are moving in the right direction.

I'm still hoping I can kick start labor on my own (although not before Tuesday) but I also know I don't have any control over the situation. So I continue to take my 960mg/day of Red Raspberry Leaf, I've upped the Evening Primrose Oil to 1500mg/day, and I take 1000mg/day of Flax Seed Oil (another supplement that purportedly simulates prostaglandins like EPO, although I've been taking Flax Seed Oil throughout this pregnancy as a source of Essential Fatty Acids since I don't eat fish). I'm also bouncing and rotating on the birthing ball (aka exercise ball) for about 10 min/day. I'm still trying to decide if I will try a *small* dose of castor oil on Tuesday before my induction... Worst case scenario, I won't have to worry about certain unpleasant things potentially happening on the birthing table, right? ;) It was recommended by 3 people I know, but I'm just not sure on that one yet... Anything else? Going for a good walk, while highly recommended, is unbearable in the heat and humidity right now. Plus my feet are so swollen that I have no desire to go on any hikes, especially since I can only fit into my Tevas. Spicy foods don't appeal to me ever, so I really don't want to resort to that. And to be honest, DTD is pretty much the last thing on my mind. I feel like a beached whale as it is...

So here I sit and wait. 2 more days. 2 more days until the process starts, probably 3 more days until we find out who Peep is after all...

Theory Disproven

Well, we'll never know if my theory was correct or not. Peep measured BIG today...9lbs 1oz. The tech reminded me that they tend to over-estimate by a 1/2 lb, but that's still 8.5lbs! So we discussed early inducement because nobody wants this baby to get much bigger before s/he is born. My cervix is now dilated 2.5cm, which is .5cm up from last week, so Dr. K (aka Dr. Cutie) thinks it is favorable to an induction. He agreed to write me out of work starting Monday, so tomorrow is my last day, and we were planning on an induction late next week. However, when it came time to schedule the induction, considering the doctors who were on call (one of them I never met so we were trying to avoid having a delivery when he's on call) and the hospital's schedule, I will now be going to the hospital at 8PM on TUESDAY to be induced. You read that right, Tuesday. As in 5 days from now. He anticipates that Peep will be born sometime on Wednesday. I was pretty calm and collected before when it was totally up in the air when Peep would arrive but I have to admit that I'm pretty nervous now. I even half considered a c-section when he mentioned that might be an option if he didn't think I could deliver such a big baby (and I was against elective c-sections), but considering our family history, there's no reason why I can't deliver Peep vag and Dr. K agreed after the exam. 5 more days... Holy crap!

Theory

I think I've figured out when Peep will come, although I never would have guessed this before. There are theories out there about the cycles of the moon affecting births. I thought this was somewhat credible, although it doesn't explain all the people who aren't born around Full and New Moons (I believe I was born near the First or Last Quarter). However, the only time so far that I've had really noticeable contractions was during the last Full Moon. They were every 3-10 minutes for over an hour that night, but since then, I've only had the occasional contraction here and there. There is a Full Moon expected on June 22nd, the day before Peep's due date. I'm starting to wonder now if that means Peep won't be born until June 22nd or 23rd...

I do have a doctor's appointment in an hour so we'll see how big Peep is now. Hopefully, there's been some progress. Then I have to decide how much longer I'll be working and whether I want to start doing things to bring on labor (like stripping membranes). 2 weeks to go, but hopefully, Peep will be early instead of late.

Bring It On!

Okay, the Blazer is fixed and we're ready to go. :D Bring on those fast and easy labor vibes because I'm ready! Of course, I haven't had any indications that labor will be forthcoming any time soon... The only hope I have is the dilation/effacement from my last appointment and the fact that my pelvic bones have a lot of pressure on them right now, leading me to believe that Peep's head is a bit lower than it was last week. Oh, and (TMI alert!) I *may* be losing my mucus plug little by little instead of all at once...I have had an increase in discharge recently that reminds me of eggwhite CM. But not much of it, so maybe I'm just overanalyzing the situation or having hopeful thoughts. Becky has also been acting strangely, which we hoped was a sign. She's been even more clingy than usual, even insisting 5 or 6 times last night that she would sleep on the bed (her place is on a pillow on the floor on Brian's side of the bed). Even Brian wondered if she knew something. But alas, here I am typing away this morning with narry a cramp, let alone a contraction, so if she has picked up on something, it has yet to happen.

There are many things I will miss when Peep is born. That special little bond, our little secret that only we shared while s/he was inside of me. That weird feeling when s/he kicks or stretches out. Feeling that at least while s/he's inside me, s/he's safe from all the weirdos out there in the world. And yes, there are things I won't miss (like the super-swelling of my feet). But the thing I'm most looking forward to ending once Peep is born is the daily barrage of self-righteous predictions as to which gender Peep is. Every single day someone forces a prediction on me, nodding in a "knowing" way like s/he has some secret inside information that makes his/her prediction the most accurate of all. Sadly, I will admit to wishing that Peep is a girl just to prove some of these people wrong because of how much they have irritated me throughout this pregnancy. It's shameful, I know, but so is the behavior of these people.

Murphy's Law

Well, the day started out well. We had a nice walk at the nature preserve and took some pictures:




(Yes, that's my bare belly!! I know I swore there would be no bare belly shots, but I figured it looks round enough now from Peep that it actually looks like a preggo belly, and I might have regretted it if I didn't have at least one picture to remember...)

Then we went to the mall movie theatre to see Star Wars, which was pretty good. We were planning on going to a nature preserve in Bristol (the city where Brian's parents live) to try to take a few more pictures, and then to Ruby Tuesdays for dinner. But Brian got a call from his dad that he wouldn't be able to make it to Brian's birthday party Saturday, so we decided to visit him. When the visit was over, there was a huge puddle under my truck...and the radiator was dry. Apparently, the water pump blew. He tried to put water in to get us home, and it poured right back out the bottom. Fortunately, we weren't far from his friend's garage (just like when the alternator went last month!) so that's where my truck is now. Brian will be going over there tomorrow after work to fix it. The part is only $40, but it's a pain in the rear to replace it, and apparently, there's corrosion in the radiator which could be a sign of bigger problems to come. I'm also not sure yet how I'm getting to and from work tomorrow. Brian has to be at work an hour before I do, and he gets out an hour after I do. And while we live only about a mile from where I work, it will be near 90 degrees again tomorrow...I am not walking. He's going to see if our extra vehicle (the Cherokee) can be driven so I'll be able to get back and forth. So ladies, I need NO LABOR VIBES for the next 24 hours, please. :D Thank goodness this happened before we were en route to the hospital!

Dressing Up The Pup

We have a lot of fun with our dog, Becky. Besides taking her just about everywhere with us, she's sort of like having a furry little kid. She loves her people, in spite of the things we make her endure. Like dressing her up. Becky had grown quite a Wookie-like coat recently, so we finally had her groomed last weekend.

Before:


Well, ever since getting her hair cut, Brian has been convinced that she's cold all the time. I'll admit, it is a short cut. But she is a dog, and it is summer... it has to be more comfortable than the matted do she was sporting not long ago. Regardless, I decided to indulge him. My sister had brought over a bag of baby clothes a friend gave her for me. It's all girl stuff, so I may be passing the bag along shortly, but that's another story. I remembered a cute pair of PJs in the bag and figured we'd give them a shot:




Before Brian picked her up, she was like a deer in headlights. She would not budge, just standing there in her PJs like her little feet were glued to the floor. Brian tried to play with her, but she still wouldn't move. The little nub wagged, showing she was at least a little happy to get the attention, but still, no movement. Eventually, Brian decided there was no way he was taking her out for her nightly potty break in PJs, so we took them off. But I did learn something... baby PJs can have a new lease on life if you have a dog that's small enough to wear them after your baby outgrows them. :)