Five Times I Got Up To Feed (a.k.a. comfort) The Baby Last Night

  • 11:00 p.m.
  • 1:00 a.m.
  • 3:00 a.m.
  • 5:00 a.m.
  • 6:00 a.m.

Alternate Titles for This Post:

  • Why This Post Isn't More Interesting
  • Post-Nasal Drip Really Sucks, and If You Don't Believe Me, Ask My Baby
  • Props to All The Single Parents Out There, Because Without The Shower I Took This Morning While C-Man Took Baby-Monitoring Duty, I Think I Would Be Dead Now

Comments (3)

I've been keeping up with your blog for quite some time, now, and I just wanted to say, I love your voice. Your post always make me smile. Congratulations on your new baby, and don't worry, someday you will sleep again!

Ah, I remember those days vividly. It gets better, I promise! I know that's little comfort now but it's true.

Loving the blog, I like your sense of humor. :-)

Sending some z's your way!

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