Now that was a long one. My good lady wife sits in the rocking chair with a reluctant little Max. I say reluctant, he loves feeding but after about five to ten minutes he falls sound asleep. I know its called Baby Heroin but this is ridiculous. One minute he is crying with a deep abiding and limitless hunger and the next he is comatose. Rinse and repeat every five minutes.
Ciara and Max got the all clear to go home this morning, once the physiotherapist, pediatrician and nurses had had a good look! They managed their inspections by 11:30 and exclaimed those wonderful words - 'all normal'. It's funny how we are desperate to ensure our children are anything but normal, unique, God's special little buttons but when they are growing as fast as our little one. We want him right in the middle of the bell curve and he can be about as unique as an IKEA bookcase.
The car seat was perfect and my driving was like it was during the driving test in 1992!
Sleep has got me now and the radiators aren't working properly. Brain hurts - zzzzzz
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