He won't settle to a feed these last few days. This evening he has bobbed on and off all night, grunting and complaining, getting cross, headbutting and thwacking me.
Poor DD hasn't had a look-in all night and practically put herself to bed, as DS was rooting and fussing all through her bedtime story.
Have just given him to DH, who was watching a film downstairs, as DS has been bobbing on and off since 7pm, having the odd 3 minute sleep and then waking up and going at it again. DS is not happy but I really just need an hour of not having Billy Blanks doing speed-bats on my boobs, please.
He is over the 100th centile line for both weight and height, I hadn't paid much attention to that but earlier this evening I was thinking "How am I going to exclusively feed this rugby player for another 3 months?"
I expect it's growth spurt... I am very tired, can you tell?