That quote has been told to me more times than I can count or “they’ll never be that small again enjoy it mama!” But I literally can’t enjoy it. It’s been 3 weeks since this baby’s been home and I haven’t had not even 5 hours of consecutive sleep since he’s been home. I’m lucky to get 3hr intervals of sleep during the night. But the baby tonight has been up from 9-12 pm went to sleep around 1ish and woke up at 4 to be fed. It’s currently 8:30 am rn and I’ve been rocking him, changed him, fed him extra and he’s been fighting his sleep for the last 4 fucken hours. By the time he goes to sleep it’ll be time to feed him again. I’m tired of this, I’m feeling trapped. I see the sun coming up and I’m thinking great time to do this all over again
I’m frustrated, I miss not having kids, I wish he’d just grow up already
I’m frustrated, I miss not having kids, I wish he’d just grow up already