So there are good days… and then there are bad days.
But there is only bad nights… sleepless nights… tiresome nights… headachy, grumpy, tedious nights…
My baby boy loves his playtime thay he never sleeps. NEVER.
It is an endless struggle to get him to sleep, and if by some miracle, he sleeps, he would soon wake up crying at the top of his lungs.
And at that time… it feels as if I am going mad.
Baby boy is now almost 11 months old and I wonder when he is going to understand that nights are for sleeping.
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