I miss sleeping. I mean, I get to sleep — but never more than 3-4 hours at a time, if I’m lucky. It’s usually closer to 2-3.
I can’t believe he’s already three weeks old. Days sort of just run together when you’re basically surviving on naps and leftovers.
This baby does not like to lay on his back — I think we’re dealing with a little bit of reflux, and almost definitely a dairy sensitivity (I stopped eating it last week to see if that helps, and it’s still TBD).
When he does sleep, he prefers to do so on us. I’m not complaining — it’s warm and snugly and adorable. But it does make it harder to, like, feed myself. Or go to bed, since you can’t really move.
But whatever. It’s only temporary and omglookatthatface.