I woke up this morning at 3am to a hungry baby's frantic cries. Feeding is one of the most satisfying experiences for a mother, is what we've all read at one point or the other. No one tells you how boring it is. Especially when you are trying to keep your eyes open and be awake enough to realise when it is time to offer the other side or when it is time to burp. My iphone albeit the slowest iphone in the world is my faithful companion, along with my DH's loud snores. Oh I have to retract my earlier statement even more boring than feeding is burping a sleepy child. I'm sure every mother will agree, you rub baby's back half asleep for a good 5-10 minutes and when u give up and put the baby in the crib she starts crying, so back you go to try and burp her again and she falls asleep on you or you fall asleep whichever happens first.
I digress, anyway, so when I was half awake this morning I glanced at the calender on my phone (nothing new on facebook since the last time I checked at 12.07 am) and looked at the date September 14. It was on this day exactly a year ago when I confided in myself that I really wanted a baby. I was ready and yearning for a child. Very few things in life go according to plan. But my PhD baby is a rare plan that worked.
We had been trying for a few months but September was different. She was conceived in my mind before she was actually conceived. Fast forward a year later here I am nursing a 12 week old. A beautiful year with a lot of love and many many many memories. All of which will soon be a blur. So I decided I should write my thoughts down. I had already lost out on so much. Not anymore. I spend atleast one - 2 hours a day pumping and thanks to the miraculous hands free pumping bra I own I am now going to pen my thoughts down everyday I pump. So this is my pumping project. Much better than random surfing a facebook stalking dont you think?
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