Babies eat, sleep, cry, and poop. All day. All night. Sometimes one more than the other, but if one’s out of whack, itz most likely throwing off another. Take the other night, for example. Baby boy had to poop. This made him fussy (aka cry. A LOT). Long story short, he didn’t go to sleep for more than five minutes until 3:45 in the morning. By now, three weeks in, I’m used to not getting a lot of sleep. Not getting any sleep until almost four was hard. But then I look at his adorable face and his adorable body and hear his adorable sounds and smell is adorable baby scent and I know itz all worth it.
And I have a precious picture to prove it.
photo by Stephanie Cotta Photography - creative genius!
William is an air of peacefulness. And so worth every sleepless night.
Happy weekend, friends. Sleep well!