My little Bear is five weeks old today... and I have aged at least ten years since he was born. When asked if I wanted someone to look after him over night so I could go out, I said I'd rather have a full night's sleep!
I wonder if I brought it on myself by choosing to breastfeed - it's bloody hard and awkward at times, and I do see why a lot of women give it up... but I look down at him suckling away on my boob, holding onto it for dear life and staring up at me all content, and I know I love it really. This feeling however is usually during the day, not at night when he is feeding every two hours. I'm hoping this is a growth spurt, and he's cluster feeding to make up for it because I can't do this much longer!! I don't want to give it up though, I know it's best for him.
He's just gorgeous though, and I spend my days just staring at him. Between feeding, washing, changing, and trying to keep some semblance of order to my house, I don't really do much else, but that in it's self is ridiculously hard!
I must get back to being super mum right now, so I'll post better soon. I apologise for the slack posting by the way, my stupid internet broke.
Loving being a mummy
xxx
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