We had a huge storm last night. It was so big, it made the national news. During the storm, we learnt something about Elijah: he is afraid of storms. He woke several times because of the thunder and lightning and we ended up giving up trying to get him to sleep in the cot and let him sleep with us instead.
This was a great arrangement for Daddy, who then slept through. Not so much for me. Every time Elijah shifted, I woke up. He kicked me and hit me in the face while tossing and turning. He grunted in my ear and that woke me too. He couldn't get comfortable and so neither could I.
As much as I loved the rain we got, I'm hoping we don't get any more loud storms any time soon.