Literally my life is…
Long nights that turn into very early mornings.
Laying awake in bed wishing diapers could change themselves.
Milk stained clothes.
Baby spit up around my neck.
Constant fear of the blanket being too close to her nose.
Frequent crib checks while she’s sleeping.
Rushing through breakfast.
Debating whether it’s important to shower for the day or not.
Saying hold on honey for the ten thousandth time.
Struggling to do everything with only one hand because she wants to be held.
Missing my friends and vegging out in front of the tv.
Listening to my baby cry and dying a bit on the inside.
Being a constant ready to eat food source.
Experiencing daily mom guilt.
Seeing her beautiful smile in the morning .
Constant diaper and wipes.
Always having a paci on hand.
Changing her onesie and hoping she doesn’t start crying.
Lugging a ginormous car seat down 2 flights of stairs.
Hearing baby burps and farts.
Nighttime cuddles and kisses.
Literally my life is something that I wouldn’t trade for the world.