At last, I am free!

The big finish On 28th December, Jude turned 18 months old.  He can walk (he can run and climb for that matter),  he can (very nearly) talk, AND, he has teeth. LOADS of them! He’s a proper little grown up lad, really.  For the last 6 months, I have still been breastfeeding him, but only…

Difficulter and difficulter

2.20am, Friday 16th October. (5th night in a row of Jude waking for a feed).    Doing night feeds again sucks. But even more, doing night feeds and spending the next 2 hours after his feed trying to put him back down sucks. But eeeeven more,  doing night feeds and spending the next 2 hours…