jonah won’t take his afternoon nap. he’s in his crib and paul simon’s ‘rhythm of the saints’ is on, just like every day, but i can hear him playing with his baby tad toy and screeching every so often. now and then an actual cry, just for a second or two, then quiet again.
take a nap, kid! momma wants to type.
i nursed him down twice but to no avail, and now i’ve got another milk duct blockage in one boob. ow.
i’m going to try changing the music to the soundtrack to chicago.