Don’t miss to feed him every two hours. Make sure you don’t miss his cues. That’s what I heard over and over when my son was born.
So I didn’t sleep. A combination of euphoria and anxiety made it hard for me to settle down. Now he is almost 8, and even today every single night, when he rolls over or gives a slight cough, I drag myself towards him and try to comfort him even though he is sound asleep. When hub is peacefully snoozing by my side I’m still tossing and turning to get that glorious sleep back.
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