Note: please forgive any typos, I'm posting this from my phone and I'm very tired.
It is 3:14am and in sitting in bed nursing Roxas staring at his sweet expressions and even though I haven't gotten more than 4 hours of sleep in the past week and I feel utterly exhausted I can't help but feel so in love with this tiny gremlin.
Roxas is a week old now and I can't believe it. He already seems like he has grown and it's bittersweet. I can't wait for him to grow up and start taking and walking...and sleeping through the night, but at the same time I will miss his newborn cuddles and tiny size.
I am adjusting to life as a dairy cow as I call it. anybody who says breastfeeding is easy lies. We have had some difficulty but I am committed to nursing him, come hell or high water. We are both having to learn and unfortunately we are both stubborn! pretty much my entire day and night revolves around feeding and caring for him, I forget to take care of myself a lot.
well he is asleep now so I am going to try and get some sleep!