Elijah’s endeavor to increase his molar count has not resulted in the greatest time for either of us. Particularly, it makes for a less-than-idyllic breastfeeding and sleeping situation. However, I did get a good giggle in the wee hours of the morning.
My arm had fallen asleep, yet again, under an 800 pound head, so I carefully slipped my arm free and tried to perform a zero-shake hover-turn onto my other side. My sigh of comfort had scarcely escaped my mouth, when a little body launched itself over me, drowsily pleading, “Milky! Milky! Wait [for] me!”
It’s so nice to be needed. It’s so nice to be needed. It’s so nice to…
S.A.H.M. Hill 
What a little cutie! That smile is enough to melt the hardest of hearts!! And yes… it is good to be needed. But just so you know… he won’t need “those” forever! 🙂 You’re just around the corner from getting your body back to yourself!
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