Monday, March 19, 2007

The picture says it all

We have good days, we have bad days. Bad days are when he does not want to sleep, and spends his awake hours crying. Make that Screaming. With a capital S. Good days are when he sleeps, does not bite the boob that feeds him and farts without crying. And boy can he fart. And burp. The lactation consultant thinks he may have a lactose intolerance (as does his mummy) so I'm having to express off the first 20mL or so of every feed, which kind of kills the spontaneity.

Duty calls...


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