Holy crap.
It's also helping me stock up on a milk supply so that I can leave my beautiful daughter with a relative while I go watch a movie (or do anything else) with my husband. That way I can feel un-guilty about enjoying myself when she can still eat.
Lately, when I leave the house, it's like I've started a marathon and I have to race out and race back so that if she starts to fuss because she's hungry she doesn't have to fuss long. It's strange being the food source for another living being... I'm still getting used to it.
This whole mom thing is hard and completely unpredictable. I totally applaud my sister who is doing this with twins and a 5-year-old right now. She doesn't sleep. I'm mean enough that when JG starts to fuss a bit in the middle of the night I check to see if she's serious, then say in my head, "Give me another ten minutes of sleep, then I'll change your poopy diaper/feed you."
It's wrong. I still do it. I love sleep. I also love my breastpump. You try carrying around an extra two pounds or more in your boobs, then maybe you would understand what I'm talking about.
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hooray for breastpumps! michelle, stacey and I were all reading this together, gathered around my computer. we laughed our heads off love love love JGR!
i don't know how you do it- one bad night on a flight and i am grumpy for a week. you're amazing for still functioning in a caring and thoughtful way for JGR after weeks of lack of sleep. consider me thouroughly impressed. ( and unable to spell... but thats another story)
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