I never talked to Alex about what made me so cranky last night. He screamed for a while to mirror my swift mood change and settled in to the hard business of snuggling my anger down to simmer by the 3am shift change.
At time of said shift change and the sounds of doors opening and latching he woke up, requested some bottle and to be placed on his back in the opportunity to stretch out – because snuggling mommy is hard work but someone had to do it.
And then the most wonderful thing happened.
He let rip with 5 or 6 adult-sized-give that one a score of ten butt cheek wiggling farts. Farts I think were productive. He was quiet and peaceful and innocent just in time for me to calmly pass him off to hubs with a “I think he may need to be changed” and wander of to bed.
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