Splat
So much for church. Q got up at four this morning. He was sleepy, nursing, eyes shut, but jumpy. Startling, again. Then, after briefly falling asleep, he was just sad. It's been a long morning already. God help us, I don't think we're done with meds adjustments.
He's on the floor under his Baby Einstein lights and music toy, talking to it, banging on it to make it play. At least he's happy now, right?
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I'm so sorry Carrie. We sure did enjoy him and all of you last night though. Until next week.
I was so impressed with him saying food. His "Hi" is always a delight.
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