Bottled up

We just bought some eight-ounce bottles for daycare to see if Baby B will drink more than her four ounces per feeding (and hopefully drop one of her feedings during the day), so I think we're now officially swimming in bottles. I can't even imagine how many more bottles we'd have if we were formula feeding; it already feels like half my evening is spent washing and filling bottles.

Baby B has done well in daycare during her first two days. The teachers have said that she fusses pretty much only if she wants to eat, and they said she has a lot of fun in the swing and bouncer. The Husband says she puts on a show of smiles and coos when he drops her off, and each time I've picked her up, she's been nice and peaceful in either the swing or bouncer. She doesn't sleep as much as some of the other babies do, but I'm fine with that since she's still sleeping through the night just fine. We've gradually been moving her bedtime earlier each night, and we're at her last feeding at 9 p.m. and bedtime at 10 right now. Not too bad considering a couple months ago, we were at a last feeding at midnight and bed by 1 or 1:30 a.m. I'd like to get her to a last feeding of 8:30 and bedtime of 9:30 p.m. eventually, though we may need to move it even earlier than that depending on how she responds. It would be moving it reluctantly because I actually want to spend time with her after work, but I know we need to do what's in her best interest, and if that's getting more sleep, then that's what we'll have to do. At this point we're just taking our cues from her and playing it by ear. That's worked for us so far, so no need to fix what isn't broken.