It’s brutal trying to stay positive while your infant is sick or going through a sleep regression or, heaven forbid, both, as Zachary has been recently. The days are long, the nights are short, and there’s a lot of crying (and not only by the baby).
It’s not all bad, though.
Sometimes when Zachary is sleeping on me, his head against my shoulder and his hand grabbing my arm, he’ll start laughing. I like to think that he’s dreaming of us playing together.
When that happens I think that this whole boondoggle is worth it.
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