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You keep them hydrated, happy and pumped full of Disney Princess movies.
You go into Super Mom mode, damn the consequences!
And then, just as the make a break for better-ville, you feel it.
In your gut.
You feel the first twinge that something may be off.
You try and ignore it and go about your business.
Until you have to stop and admit defeat.
You are sick, courtesy of your child.
That's me right now.
I caught the bug that my youngest had.
And I just want to curl up in a ball and ignore the world.
But I can't.
I still have to be Super Mom and entertain the masses. Kids don't stop, or really care, if Mom is sick.
There's arts and crafts to be done, lunches to be made, games to be played.
All while you feel like you want to die.
This really is a test of my strength.
Wish me luck.
Because I am being punished viciously in this life and I want to curl up in a ball and cry foul.
Turtle is not sleeping.
Seriously. She. Is. Not. Sleeping.
All this week, she has been sleeping lightly, rolling all over the place, waking at every sound and basically, waking up (every night) from 330 am to 500am.
I am the walking dead.
I am so tired I cannot talk straight.
I mix up words. I'm behind on work. I am behind on my blog.
On top of it all, I have Roo's birthday party and the mother load of family coming in this weekend.
How I will survive, I have no clue.
I imagine I will have to load up on soda and rely on my Mama to keep me a float.
Wish her luck!
Wasn't she jut a baby?
Wasn't I just changing her diaper and nursing her?
Time flies too fast now that I am a mother. It seems like I'm on a bullet train trying to put my feet down, a la Fred Flintstone, to stop it.
All I'm doing is burning myself in the process.
This girl is growing up too fast.
Or I'm just moving too slow.
I just want to hold her and beg her to stop growing up. I want her to remain my little girl. I want her to stay with me forever and be my sidekick.
I'm just going to go hug her and try not to cry in her hair.
There are times when it seems like it's more of a pain.
Seriously, a pain.
Right now I'm struggling with Turtle and her joyful love of biting.
And hell, it hurts like a sonofabitch!
My goodness does it!
When you are dealing with a constant biter and the soreness the thought of giving up breastfeeding does cross your mind.
Then your heart breaks because you don't want to give up the breastfeeding relationship you share with your baby.
And then she bites you and you cry because it hurts physically and mentally.
I have always known that my nursing relationship with Thrtle was not going to be anything like the one I had with Roo. Turtle is not a sit for hours nurser. She gets on, gets off and goes about her business.
I have always had a sinking feeling that Turtle would give me up way before I was ready to give her up and now that she's over a year, I'm getting worried.
Especially now that she loves to bite me.
And she's not all that interested in nursing I'm fearful, sad and honestly, crushed.
So even though she's biting me, I am going to push through the pain. I'm going to grimace and put up with it because I can't give up on her. I can't deny her. I can't quit.
Because breastfeeding is worth it even though it can be difficult. All of the good blocks out the tiniest of bad.
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