Today, I can’t even process. I am existing- breathing- but nothing more. I haven’t gotten dressed. I don’t remember the last time I peed without a baby staring at me. Dinner looks bleak. I feel burdened, drained, empty, chaos, dread, pain. Maybe he’s getting more teeth. Maybe we just had a rough night. Maybe it’s just been a day and the clock will be reset.
There’s been one time in 5 months that he’s slept any length of time that I “noticed” and it was because I woke up to a bed soaked in milk. He slept 4 hours, nursed, then slept another 5 hours. It was insane.