Some of you might remember Jen's big inflated athletic ball. During the darkest days of trying to get Ana to sleep, we would hold the baby to our chest and bounce, bounce, bounce for hours at a time. It was the only way she could sleep. The ball and I had a regular 'bouncing date' during those first three weeks of Ana's life, from 2am - 4am. Jen bought the exercise ball ten years ago, and last night, as Ana and I bounced, the ball popped. Ana was startled, but fine. But it is the end of an era. Kinda. We drove to Target fifteen minutes later and bought a new ball. There is no way in hell we can live without the thing.
That's awesome!
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