You know all those images you see of mother breastfeeding contented baby? Well spare a thought for the ten mothers behind that picture of serenity; the ten pairs of cracked nipples; the ten intakes of breath when baby latches on with her vice-like jaw; the ten stifled cries of pain; the ten toes curling up in agony; the beat of ten breast pumps; the baggy eyes; the tears. Can't show that in the parenting magazines; it might mean the end of the human race!
In spite of all that baby Skye is thriving. She sleeps well and cries when she wants to feed. But we have to be ready on the spot before the roof caves in with her fury. You know exactly how she feels about having to wait!!!! She wants it NOW if not before. She keeps us on our toes and in a fog of half sleep and confusion. We have to keep lists and charts to keep track of it all.
Last night we put the clocks back, a time to savour usually, that extra hour of sleep. Not with a newborn. It is more like an EXTRA hour of daylight, time to do more things.
However, it is fun. Especially when she smiles, even if it is wind sometimes. It is a promise of things to come. Worth the broken sleep, the late lunches the snatched showers.
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