Place: bed
Poison: water
Favourite things: my pjs
I now understand why sleep deprivation is a torture tool in war. Trying to teach Max to sleep without his swaddle is pure torture. (and I know he is actually a really chilled out dude, in comparison to other babies)
5 months of being a milk machine on tap, 5 months today of sleep in snippets no longer than a few hours long, 5 months of being unsure whether I have actually showered today being a valid question and 5 months I’m in love.
Max is definitely teething, he is trying to work out how to sleep unwrapped and he is trying our patience.
I am so in awe of mums with more than one child. Mums who work full time. Mums in general. You are warriors! You are marathon experts. You are unbelievably amazing. I am in awe.
If you know a mum today, encourage them. If you know a single mum, buy her flowers. What legends.
I feel far from legendary this evening when I realised I hadn’t showered for two days and with an offer from my mum to babysit so we could go on a date I chose my pjs.
My breasts feel like punching bags, my eyelids feel like lead, my head is swirling with advice, yet I still have a little smile on my face.
He is five months. Where did it go? Five months of writing everyday despite having a newborn! Five months of producing something that makes sense. Five months of making dinner for my family. Five months of pure unadulterated joy.
Woah!
I am still wearing my maternity jeans and my pre-pregnant ones make it only half way up my thighs but I am okay.
I have put makeup on less than a dozen times since Max has been hanging around but I am okay.
I put on a new top today that I wore for fifteen minutes before spew saturated it completely but I am okay.
I have whole new levels of multitasking capacity, especially as I sat at the car servicing department this morning at 8am in 2 degree temperatures.
Life as I know it will never be the same.
Just as it should.
We are okay.
How about you?
Love you all mummy’s!!!
Gee, I can’t believe how much washing a 5 month old produces…
(we’re still okay!)
Ps- whoever said that breastfeeding is an amazing, bonding, life changing, delightful experience; they lied! It bloody hurts…
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