Last night I poured half a glass of ice cold water on my mostly-asleep-but-nursing Sprout during his midnight snack.
Ice cold water.
The screaming... the screaming..
The situation was frantic. Screaming, wet, cold, flailing baby who's just been cruelty jolted out of his dreamy state. Soaked bed. Glass of water that is not yet empty. Mama with one helluva cold boob. And a very confused husband who managed to not see what happened..
I suck.That is all.