Three-month Miracle.

Adelyn always smiles when I get her out of her crib first thing in the morning. It makes the five or six or seven a.m. wake up call a little--well, actually, a whole hell of a lot--sweeter.

And today, the smiles haven't stopped. It's just been over 24 hours since her first dose of Zantac, and I don't know if it can even work that fast. But today, ladies and gentlemen, I feel like I have a totally different baby.

I say that and then I feel bad for saying it, because it's not like she wasn't the best baby ever always, but she had been getting more and more fussy. And her mom had been getting more and more frustrated.

Adelyn has barely been able to eat a full bottle all day because she hasn't stopped smiling. She's been smiling while she eats, therefore breaking the suction; she's been getting distracted, trying to giggle, staring at me and breaking into that wide, toothless grin.

I don't know if it truly is thanks to the medicine or if that three-month miracle myth is real (I've heard all along that things get easier at three months, and today is her three-month birthday). Adelyn has cried once today, for a few brief seconds until the bottle hit her lips.

Whatever. I'm not jinxing it. If Zantac makes her smile this much than I'll buy it in bulk. I'll sing its praises until I'm hoarse.

So, yay for modern medicine. And yay for a happy baby. And a much more level-headed mommy.