My lovely little boy, Nash, does not miss a meal. Since he was born, he's eaten at least every three hours. His sister, Shea, slept for eight hours a night when she was three months old, and she slept twelve hours a night when she was four months old. Nash does not. Three hours is the norm, and he'll go an occassional four if we're lucky. We'd gotten to a pretty good routine, but I was still getting up with him at least twice every night. He didn't fuss too much. He was fine if I fed him, and he'd go right back to sleep. However, after four months of interrupted sleep, I'm utterly exhausted. Now there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Last night, Nash slept for five consecutive hours! I'm hoping that it wasn't a fluke. It was wonderful! Of course, I still woke up at 12:30am and 3:30am, but Nash slept from 10:30pm to 4:30am.
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You have kept count of my [wanderings];
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
Then my enem...