It’s not a scoot. It’s not a crawl. It’s a scrawl, and it keeps us up at night. Literally. He wakes from a dead sleep to BOOM! Full scrawling. We have no bedtime. We forget to eat. We only scrawl. This will make a great story one day, right?
I’m battling mastitis for the fourth time, so I’m going to bed with a heating pad on my polka dot boob. Here’s Ian trying desperately to turn pages on his favorite farm book to keep you entertained. Hope to be back soon…xoxo
Ian has his second cold. His cough is nasty and his spirits are good. So good, in fact, that our evening started out like this: We were so confident, we decided to put him to bed swaddleless (we had him down to one swaddle previously and he slept beautifully). Because of the cold, we decided […]Read Post ›
He is still asleep. No feedings at all. He hasn’t even broken out of his swaddle. Times I’ve checked to make sure he’s still breathing: 4. Times I’ve had to pump: 2. I’ve already taken my shower, gotten dressed and made the bed and now I’m just waiting. I really do not want to wake […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 