I’m sitting here while baby sleeps, counting his breaths 🙈 convincing myself intermittently that he’s breathing too fast/too loud/too quietly instead of sleeping myself.
He will be stirring soon I’m sure and I will regret it!
Why do things always seem more anxiety inducing in the middle of the night?!
The wind and rain is also insanely loud outside. I can hear the bins being blown about on the street!
Why are you still up?