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Ugggg. I have been up since 4:00am.
Tristan, 3 months old is neither colic (thank god) or otherwise. No, he has a much, much worse affliction. He's a mommah's boy.
For 2 hours I laboured to sooth him. I fed him, swaddled, him, rocked him, cradled him in my arms. Nothing. Final straw I lay him down in his crib and walk away in frustration.
Not a second later Mommah comes in sweeps him up and in 2 minutes flat the wee bairne is back to sleep. She does in 2 minutes what O couldn't in 2 hours.
F%^K! Sh&* G^%D^MM&^
And of course, NOW I CAN"T SLEEP!
Tristan, 3 months old is neither colic (thank god) or otherwise. No, he has a much, much worse affliction. He's a mommah's boy.
For 2 hours I laboured to sooth him. I fed him, swaddled, him, rocked him, cradled him in my arms. Nothing. Final straw I lay him down in his crib and walk away in frustration.
Not a second later Mommah comes in sweeps him up and in 2 minutes flat the wee bairne is back to sleep. She does in 2 minutes what O couldn't in 2 hours.
F%^K! Sh&* G^%D^MM&^
And of course, NOW I CAN"T SLEEP!