Im sat here at 2am crying sat in the spare room, whilst my husband trys to settle J. J has spent the last hour screaming and thrashing around. He wants cuddles but then claws and hits you. Im so unbelievable fed up of this reflux. I hate seeing J in pain and not being able to do anything.
Its now 2.30 we now have tv on in the bedroom to distract J . It is slowly sort of working
Its now 3.20 J has finally gone to sleep. Hopefully he will at least give me a hour . Im not even going to attempt to put him in his cot
Im sure all parents know this one…. no not that …the other one.
It starts by walking up the stairs , tippy toeing as you go along. You get half way and realise you have forgotten nappy/bottle/dummy/teething gel/monitor delete as appropriate.
You try again and manage to reach the landing . In your celebration you drop your phone, you freeze, waiting for the cry through the nursery door, nothing, yes we escaped it this time. You begin the mission impossible routine, shuffling your weight on you tip toes , following a certain patter to avoid the dredded squeaky floorboards.
You make it to the bedroom , breath a sigh of relief. You get settled in bed just enough time to relax and get comfy when… wahhhhhh wahhhhhh … and the the baby dance begins. …