About a week before Oliver turned six months old, he started sleeping like crap. He was up every three hours demanding to be fed. Once Ollie goes to sleep for the night if he wakes up before 4:30am I always send dad in to calm him. In the past hubs could get the little guy back down without having me nurse him. Last week that changed. So much so, hubs refused to even try to sooth him. “You know he wants the tits! You go in there,” was pretty much all I would get from dad. He was always right.
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