This is a phrase I say a million times a day, sometimes when I say it I even annoy myself.
“Hello handsome boy!”
This is my handsome Boy at 9.5 months. Still waking every 2.5 – 3.5 hours at night to be nursed back to sleep. And I do it. I know, I know…I want to sleep, but I also loved to be needed. I know these months go by so quickly, and one day soon, I’ll look back at this sleepless time, and it will all be a haze. I’ve tried to let him cry it out multiple times, but for several reasons, still revert back to getting up and nursing him back to sleep. He is my third, I know he will sleep eventually. So for now, I will awaken with my handsome boy multiple times a night, spend a few stolen moments with the little guy who before my eyes is changing from a baby to a toddler, and nurse him back to sleep, because that’s how I roll.