Setting: Our bedroom. Random night. Sometime past midnight. Cade (from bassinet beside our bed): Squawk! Cry… Me (sleepily but hurriedly): Lyndon, you need to get him, I’m pumping! Lyndon (looking bewildered): Umm… no you’re not. I opened my eyes. I was in bed. There was definitely no breast pump attached to me. I burst out … Continue reading Amniotic Banding or Ankle Rolls? – A Long Awaited Appointment with the Geneticist