I Need Flexible Boobs

Filed Under: Life

Ollie’s 14 months old now.

He’s been walking for months, nods his head “yes” and “no”, beats up on his sister and does long division. OK. So the beats his sister up part isn’t true…

Anyway, one thing Oliver doesn’t do is sleep through the night. He’s normally in bed by 7 or 7:30 and then will sleep until about midnight. He wakes up, demands boob and then goes back to sleep – in our bed. Sometimes I can wake myself up enough to chunk his butt back into his bed after that midnight snack but he’ll wake up at 4am.

At 4am, I’m not too keen on dragging my butt into Ollie’s room or dealing with him when he’s screaming at the top of his well developed lungs.

So, we take the easy route which is Tucker going into Oliver’s room when Ollie wakes up and then Tucker tossing Ollie next to me in bed.

This didn’t used to bother me. I wanted to sleep and I got sleep if Oliver was in the bed with us. But, I’m a stomach sleeper. And I don’t care how saggy flexible my boobs are, they will not allow me to breastfeed Ollie while I’m on my stomach.

I’ve always said that you should do things until they don’t work for you and yours any longer. And the kinda-sorta cosleeping thing was working. But not so much anymore.

This site started out with me writing about Cara’s epic sleep issues and now I’m writing about Ollie’s issues.

What the hell?

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