o.m.g.

I just found the notes I kept soon after Matteo's birth of when he fed, for how long, from which side etc (that only lasted a few weeks). How in anyone's name did I manage to wield a pen, let alone make coherent notes when I was obviously in the deepest depths of sleep deprivation hell?

Not planning on choosing that scenario ever again.

Tough life

Before the fall

'What, I have to stay like this now?'

He has the pissed off, poor me look down pat

'Where the hell are my cot and my blue bunny? Can't you see I need to sleep, woman?!'