Waking up every hour or two at night to comfort and feed him. Holding him 90% of the day. Putting off homework, housework, and fun projects to smile and talk nonsense to him. Learning how to do everything with one arm so he can rest in the other one.
It is all worth it.
Besides, he deserves it. He will have to be a big brother someday, or the soul target of my constant worry and smothering affection.
2 comments:
he looks so delicious!
and nah, they can't be spoiled this young.
i hope.
Holy moly! You're still waking up every hour or two at night? You must be exhausted. Jones started sleeping 8-10 hours at night last week and I feel like a new woman. Hope to meet Ari soon.
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