My husband comes home every night reeking of jet fuel but complains about the smell of bleach when I clean. pft.
I fucking HATE that I was unable to breastfeed. I still want to cry about it sometimes. Please tell me I am not the only one who has/had this problem?
Although our circumstances were probably different I definitely cry over the fact that I couldn’t breastfeed.
Iris is napping and I’m bored with a headache.
ASK ME QUESTIONS!
about whatever you want.
anything you’d like to know, ask away.
That’s it? Just two questions? Boo.
No. I don’t really consider myself to be a certain kind of mom. I’m just a mom! I’m not even completely sure what a ‘crunchy mom’ is. I mean, I tried breastfeeding, that lasted about two months. She was just used to her bottle and would not latch so we gave up. I hate myself everyday for it. We bed shared up until about 8 months but she was going to bed at around 12-1am and waking up at least twice every night. She sleeps in her own room now from 8pm-9am every night. I miss having her in bed with us and sometimes I think about bringing her back but I know that would screw up her schedule which we worked so hard on getting her used to it. I do wear her. We love it! We cloth diaper. We’ve only been doing it for about a month but I love it. I wish I had started sooner. We co-showered for a while but now that she walks, she tries to get up and falls so its hard to get myself clean while keeping an eye on her.
I just do what works best for us. I don’t label myself to be a certain type of mom.
My husband picked the ugliest boy names but in the end we agreed on Lucas Rei if Iris had been a boy. I also like Ezra, thanks to PLL.