The little booger slept until 7 a.m. That means he went seven hours without needing to nurse. The good mother thinks: Woohoo, little Jameson! You did it! Good boy!
The seven months sleep-deprived mother thinks: I feel so manipulated. So used. How could I have fallen for big, blue eyes and a bad comb-over?
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Yea, Stacy,
Mom wins!
x0x0x0x to all,
Diane
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