Wee morning hours

Jack wanted to be fed about every hour; sometimes every 90 minutes. I thought his outfit was wet during one feed, so changed him. The next time he got me up, he promptly spit up a whole bunch onto his clothes. My selfish thought was, "at least he didn't get me!" During the scramble to contain the mess, get a spit cloth, and then find a change of clothes, Sarah awoke and wandered over. She provided some much needed comic relief in her duck pajamas.....