Sunday nights are really hard sometimes. I've felt pretty wiped out this weekend- a lot of big stuff coming up for me right now in various realms and the intensity of the Simon experience has really tapped my buffer. Sundays are hard b/c going from 2 solid days of really getting to see how Simon is and being with Laura to working my butt off at work and being 100% present while I'm there is hard, but I just keep doing the best I can.
Simon and I postbath, making googly eyes
I also discovered the power of "Peekaboo". This is stupid cute:
p.s. I'm posting this at 5:50 am on Monday b/c the hospital just called us to say Simon has been awake and puking and crying for at least an hour, so Laura just left to go be there. Waking up to a call from the hospital is so not fun. I'm not a coffee drinker so adrenaline at 5:30 am is not my idea of a good time. I'm sure he's fine and just has an upset tummy b/c of the high calorie formula but it's still scary to wake up to a phone call.