Sleepy boy

I woke up this morning to the sound of Lucy's collar rattling. I rolled over and squinted at my clock; 6:30. Ahh, 6:30. Wait, 6:30?! Hmmm, where's Winston?

First item of business: determine whether W had slept all night or what had happened that I hadn't heard him. So I got out of bed, went upstairs, and there he was. Fast asleep. Not a peep. Not moving a muscle. Just sound asleep.

He was so peaceful and so comfortable. I just stared at him. It made me happy.

Now, for the second item of business: relief. Winston managed to sleep for another hour and a half. It was lovely. Nonetheless, 10 hours between feedings is asking a lot. Thank goodness for Medela.