Apparently, you don’t want me to write this anymore than I. You’ve become the master of micro-naps. Currently, you are asleep in the sling. Whoop, no, awake now. And quite sweaty. But in a rosy pink, could-you-get-any-cuter type of way. You’re...
It’s coming dangerously close to that time of year when I have to spew out maternal-hormone-soaked drivel about my babies getting older. I don’t want to do it. Because I don’t want to believe it.
If all they had done was weigh him, measure him, listen to his heart and breathing, and sent us on our way with a clean bill of health, that would be one thing. But no. They asked the most ridiculous questions. Like: How often does he nurse? How long on each side? How...
Yesterday morning, he had not gotten any better – not to mention we had not SLEPT any better (make that TWO NIGHTS of non-sleeping). So we called the Urgent Care like we were told to do and we expected them to tell us to bring him in for another round of...
I am so not the mommy who medicates for a runny nose. Even a slight fever. Or cough. But when Benjamin spent a restless night unable to take deep breaths, nurse, or keep down what little food he had in his body, I knew he needed medical treatment. After a thorough...
