This morning started around 3:30. I brought S into bed for his second feed in hopes that he would sleep better wrapped between my arms and the wool duvet after not seeing me all day. He nursed off and on until he finally woke up at 7:20 am. I wear a bathrobe in bed to cover up my breasts when I have had enough of him insisting on sleeping with my nipple in his mouth. Most of the feed is for comfort because we are separated regularly now. I want to give in and let him soothe and drink but sometimes I have to push him off of me several times and grip my bathrobe to stop him from prying it open. He winces. Sometimes he screams. Sometimes he just rolls over with a huge toothy grin knowing he’s exactly where he wants to be and falls back asleep. I love seeing him sleep-smiling on his back. My exhaustion makes it difficult to fall back asleep and I try to meditate using the
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
This morning started around 3:30. I brought S into bed for his second feed in hopes that he would sleep better wrapped between my arms and the wool duvet after not seeing me all day. He nursed off and on until he finally woke up at 7:20 am. I wear a bathrobe in bed to cover up my breasts when I have had enough of him insisting on sleeping with my nipple in his mouth. Most of the feed is for comfort because we are separated regularly now. I want to give in and let him soothe and drink but sometimes I have to push him off of me several times and grip my bathrobe to stop him from prying it open. He winces. Sometimes he screams. Sometimes he just rolls over with a huge toothy grin knowing he’s exactly where he wants to be and falls back asleep. I love seeing him sleep-smiling on his back. My exhaustion makes it difficult to fall back asleep and I try to meditate using the