Today, Baby Girl has pooed all down my dressing gown & my leg & projectile vomited over her dad. It’s feels like some bizarre club initiation.
Last night, we were overjoyed as she slept for seven and a half hours. ‘Yes!’ We thought, ‘we have a magic baby!’ No, no. Oh how niave we are. You pay for these things in other ways my friends. Now she simply will not go to sleep, is over tired & worked up.
Meanwhile, her dad & I are barely able to stay awake. She’s currently lying between us on the bed feeding… Again.