It is not pretty.

You just finished your really quick shower. Your hair is wrapped with a towel. Baby starts crying, you breastfeed on one teat while pumping the other, the newly laundered clothes are strewn all over the bed waiting for you to fold and sort, oh and you are still half-dressed.

Being a mother is not glamorous. It is tough. Plus, the roller coaster of emotions and constant worrying if you are good enough. Second-guessing yourself if you're doing the right thing. 

Then, you get a glimpse of your baby's smile. You hear their first squeal. You feel their warm little hugs. Their firm grip on your finger. Their gentle snoring on your neck. Then, it is all worth it. Who cares about the glamour?

Feeding Frenzy

Our daughter is turning 3 weeks old today. Her cluster feeding has begun.

I knew it was coming, and I have been pumping milk to make sure she has enough supply if my breasts get sore.

She. Would. Not. Stop. I am so sleepy. I'm at my wits end. I've already cried a few times. Feeling sorry for myself. But, what else can I do? Soldier on. It will pass, I know it will. It should. Life cannot be so unfair to women, really. 

I get my snuggle reward and that warm fuzzy feeling inside, anyway. That is the bright side. I should focus on that. Oh my snuggles. I love my baby.