Actually. It’s even better that I imagined.
Today is my birthday. This morning, after nine hours of sleep, B woke up at five with quite the growling tummy. He went to town, slurping and gurgling and burping. About 40 minutes later, he had a projectile vomiting session in the living room. Luckily, C was still home (making me french toast for breakfast) so he helped me spot clean little B.
It’s been a lazy morning since then with some cluster feeding and lots of snuggling and sleeping on my lap. It’s where he is now, actually. I’m embracing all of it.
I feel like the luckiest gal in the world.