Baby J has turned our family bed into a night time martial arts center. I awake with a small head pushing into my ribs. I awake yet again with a tiny foot kicking my forehead. But inbetween, I wake up from baby laughter, or a tiny hand pulling on my breast, wanting to nurse. Ok, sometimes that little hand is pinching my nipple, waking me up REAL fast.
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