Mean Mommy

Yesterday morning, Atticus decided to wake up about 4 hours earlier than normal. In order to let my husband get some sleep, I brought the baby into the living room and rocked him. He screamed.  That's how the next hour went. I rocked; I tried to feed him; I tried to play. I did everything that… Continue reading Mean Mommy

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! I'm writing this as my beautiful baby boy sleeps in my arms, and I can't help but think back on the journey that got us here. I originally wanted to start this blog during my pregnancy, but I knew that no one would want to read about my near-perfect experience (seriously,… Continue reading The Journey Begins

Ain’t No Sleep for the Wicked

No, I'm not calling my 8 week old son "wicked." But when he was 6 weeks old? I don't know that there is a more descriptive word. I'm kidding. Mostly. Atticus has always been a pretty good baby, but around 6 weeks he became a Stage Five Clinger. He would NOT be put down for… Continue reading Ain’t No Sleep for the Wicked