Still
It's still happening, me waking up at night to search for the baby.
Every. Single. Night.
Last night was slightly different, possibly even worse. I woke up thinking the baby was sleeping on me and so I couldn't even move. I lay there for 10 or even 15 minutes, afraid to move, before convincing myself that Werner wouldn't have just brought the baby (for a feeding) and left him on top of me. At that point, I was able to sit up and feel around to make sure Jakob was not buried in the covers.
This has gotten rather tiresome.
Every. Single. Night.
Last night was slightly different, possibly even worse. I woke up thinking the baby was sleeping on me and so I couldn't even move. I lay there for 10 or even 15 minutes, afraid to move, before convincing myself that Werner wouldn't have just brought the baby (for a feeding) and left him on top of me. At that point, I was able to sit up and feel around to make sure Jakob was not buried in the covers.
This has gotten rather tiresome.
posted by Melanie A at 2:29 p.m.
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