Each week your nipples stay attached, your baby is putting a little bit of chunk on, each week you manage to get up (or dream feed) your way through the night. Incorporate feeding into your daily life.
And just keep going.
Each week you might also be suffering through some tough times. My toughest times happen to be first thing in the morning. Shit doesn’t always go my way.
Like immediately after a double morning bum change, Mojo will poo.
Why does she do this? I’m not sure. I can change the bums at 6am or 9am and she will poop into the clean nappy within seconds. Arsehole.
Porridge on the table, Tiny in bed. Porridge spills everywhere, Mojo screams at the porridge for falling out the bowl
‘POWWIDGEY WHAT YOU DOIN T’ME, WHY YOU DO DAT ME POWWIDGE’.
Eldest starts laughing, post man arrives, I forget to turn the tap off and Tiny wakes up.
Fuck my morning.
Then other days I’m like one of those women off the adverts, dressed, smell good (not of baby shite), hair smooth, all the babies smiling and I swish around the kitchen like a queen.
So if you’re in your first week, 15th week or 50th week.
Me and my nips salute you!