Because I was the stay-at-home daddy, I got to handle the yodeling. I would wake up, change the baby, plug her in, wait in semi-coma for her to be done, change her again, but her back to bed, and then when the yodelling commenced it was I who battled demons and wondered if a night outside in the snow might calm her down a little.
And I still love her a LOT.
This baby doesn’t throw up nearly as often as some of the others, so that’s a plus. He’s 13 months old, and he slept at night for a while. Now I guess he’s growing really fast so he’s starving all the time, like some of the brothers.
Bad drug reaction: Up all night.
Y’all, say your prayers. I’m going to try to sleep now.