Resting

Olivier had a bad day, full of cramps. He nursed almost non stop from 11 till 17. Then he nursed again and went back to sleep. So now that he is resting comfortably, I have the "do not wake the dragon" approach and I'm tip-toeing my way to bed early to be ready for the next feed.

(He turned one month old yesterday! So strange how time passes quickly. I feel like I've been in a strange but happy out-of-time time, where the only thing that mattered has been this amazing new little person. And even when it is difficult, or when I'm tired, it's still the most wonderful adventure I've ever had, and words still evade me when trying to explain how I feel about this little boy.)