It makes you a little silly, a lot grumpy and you basically start seeing connections and overlaps in places where there shouldn't be any.
Fast forward to my current life, a mother of two children, a toddler who can run on little to no sleep and a one-week-old son that can't keep his mouth off of my boob while in a 10ft radius of me.
And let's not forget a husband that essentially sounds like a train or tractor while sleeping at night. I'm serious. His snoring has become so utterly terrible lately that I envision myself sticking at least 15 breathe-right strips to his face a night (even if they don't provide relief they will make me laugh).
If I'm not nudging my husband and pleading with him to roll over on his side (which, in his defense, I know he's not doing this on purpose, but in my defense, it doesn't make it any less distracting or rage-inducing), I've got a little fish-faced baby boy glued to my nipples every two hours or so.
During one of my late night
I mean it obviously wouldn't make for a very lengthy or meaningful essay, but I have a feeling if Woolf would have spent one minute in my bedroom this last week she'd feel pretty compelled to write A Room of One's Own.
Feminist work or ramblings of a breastfeeding, sleep-deprived mother and wife of a human tractor? You be the judge.
And while we're talking about breastfeeding, it only seems natural to touch base on the topic of zombies. I'm not going to lie, part of me is enjoying every second of my experience with Braeburn because I had a drastically different one with Pearyn. My little girl had more than a few issues when it came to breastfeeding, from latching to pooping.
So the fact that it's going seemingly well with our son is super exciting to me. I can't help but feel like we're raising a little member of the undead. Only instead of wanting to eat my brains, he's constantly going after my boobs. I can barely hold the
But all and all, it's magical. It's frustrating and confusing and it doesn't really allow for much sleep, rest or me time, but I can't help wondering what we did before we became a family of four.
Of course, I've had my husband home with me for an entire week now, it might be worth asking me how I feel about it all next week, once he's gone back to work.
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