This is long overdue. I planned to write about this, but I can't seem to find the words to describe how I felt that night. It was the scariest night of my life.

It was the 23rd of November and we were out for dinner with Jeff's family because it's my mother-in-law's birthday. Taglet was a bit cranky, but knowing that he's a baby and baby and cranky almost has the same meaning, we didn't mind. Taglet was crankier than the usual. I thought it was just another bout of colic or he's just having a growth spurt because all he wanted to do was nurse all day. He never wanted to let go of my boob. He feeds like he's always hungry.

We went home earlier that everyone else. Taglet was crying in the car, so I told Jeff I feel like there's something wrong with him, or maybe he's feeling sick. When we got home, I changed his clothes, we washed up, and did our routine baby talk/chismisan before going to bed. Taglet was smiling and laughing and making all sorts of adorable baby noise while we wait for Jeff to return from the bathroom. And that's when the horror happened..

Jeff watching Taglet sleep while we were at the restaurant.