You were a holy terror Saturday evening and ALL of Sunday. You wouldn't stop screaming until someone bounced you on the ergo. And during your feedings you would eat a little and then scream bloody murder at my boobs.
I don't know what the heck has gotten into my sweet boy, but it certainly feels like demon possession! Another one of these scream-a-thons and I am seriously going to have to check into a mental institute.
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