I've been sick the last couple of days.. I woke up at 1am and my baby was still up. Whining bc daddy tried to put him down, but it was useless. He needed me. I gave him a bottle, brushed his teeth, and he was down within 5 minutes. Why is that so hard? I guess I have a Momma's boy on my hands. I'll gladly accept that. He means the world to me