So exhausted. So down. James refusing to sleep, Nora crying, me suffering from desperate sleep deprivation. Yet another feed, yet another massage over poor James' desperately rough skin...
Tough day. Felt better later but, bloody hell, this is tough.
He well get older.
She will get used to it.
His eczema will become manageable.
He will sleep through the night eventually.
I can do this.