Wee Bud is in a growth spurt apparently. She has gone from feeding every 4 hours to feeding every hour. For an hour. I don't know how you time it - from the start of a feeding or from the end - but from the end of one hour long feeding to the start of the next hour long feeding has been averaging about an hour. Praising God that I have the milk to fill the demand but dear goodness, it's been a lot of time on the couch these past two days.
She just fell asleep following this last feeding and you know what? I don't feel like getting off the couch. I have a warm, sweet-smelling, sleepy baby in my arms and the Netflix library at my fingertips. Yes, the bathrooms need cleaning and I need a shower and someone is going to have to do something about dinner...but I am not the perfect mom. I am not supermom. I am the mom who, after finishing this post and making herself a quick PB&J sandwich, will probably return to this couch and watch an episode of What Not To Wear and stare at this sleeping new human.
And yes, I know that just when I've convinced myself to get up and be productive, it will be time to feed again.
And so I'll allow the next episode to start playing while I try to grasp the amazing reality of my milk-craving daughter in my arms.
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