Very. Tired.
It’s been a week now of gassy nights that continue into the morning and stop around noon. The days are starting to feel long and my fantasies are now all about a place where I can go to hand him over to take a nap.
Today we met the mother’s group in the park and when Gus had a bout of pain one of the mums (Andie) took him for a bit. Lovely, lovely woman.
Wish I’d made it to the park, but we were looking for a house!
And sister, yes. We’re having those nights too. Last night I was up eight times with Louis’ gas. I’m ready to scream.
That’s too bad, Em. Can you link his worst bouts with something you are eating?
When you move to the USA his gas will go in reverse and become burps.