This weekend was filled with lunches out aside the sea, special visitors, strolls, a dip in the pool, a meeting of epic proportions and the realization that i have crows feet.  bad.  ha. 

I’ve been feeling pretty good lately, dealing with sleep deprivation fairly well. 

but last night it hit me like a ton of bricks.  my entire body ached.  i feared the worst.  

literally, my head jumped to – I have an infection attacking my heart again!  i’m going to need surgery.

i went through much of my reserve during my weddings, so I hadn’t been giving him bottles for a while.  going on over a month feeding on demand for the most part.  

JB was like, you’ve gotta sleep.  and we tried, but homeboy said NO to the bottle.  We tried again last night, and JB was under strict instructions that if he really refuses, and begins to wail… to bring him to me.  I’m a softy after all, and it’s much to the detriment of my sanity. 

 Anyway, he did indeed cry.  And he was brought to me.  

 But it’s like Tuck knew I needed the sleep, and slept through the night again.  

I feel like a new lady, but the bags underneath my eyes and crows feet may tell a different story. 

but then you get a giggle or a smile, and sleep?  it’s not that precious any longer. 

ps:  i’m over on Shannon’s blog talking about when I found out Tuck was a boy… (: