Yes, I poke the baby

Sometimes, Jakob is so quiet that I need to reassure myself that he's still breathing. Last night, for instance, I climbed into the guest bed for a snuggle with Werner, and after a few minutes had to get out to check the baby because I couldn't hear his breathing. (This is why Jakob - and Werner - are sleeping in the guest room.)

This morning, he has been wailing non-stop. He's in his Baby Björn, and was screaming in my face, inconsolable. Fed, changed, burped, but still crying and scratching my chest with his sharp little nails.

And then he stopped. So sudddenly, I had to prod him to make sure he was still breathing.

He is.

And I sigh in relief. Relief that he's breathing, and relief that my ears are no longer ringing.