God has continually blessed our life as new parents. Last week, Little Man started sleeping through the night. I was under the impression that they don’t sleep well until 6 months or so, but as we know by now, every baby is different. Not that it affected me much anyway since Cool Mum was the one who had to get up to feed in the middle of the night.
Hey, it’s not my fault – there was little reason for me to get up except to cheer him on as he gulped down post-midnight milk. Cool Mum is very understanding, too.
Anyway, praise God for good-sleeping babies!
