Most of us are on social media these days. Whether it’s Facebook, Snap Chat, Instagram or all of them, we’re all connected.
This morning I was scrolling through Facebook and my memories popped up. I clicked it expecting the usual; pictures of my oldest as a baby eating spaghetti, with the sauce adorably covering her entire body. Or videos of her joyously laughing in our old living room, with a diaper and that cute toddler waltz.
I’ve been putting off this post for a while, but I think it’s time to talk about what happened.
Today is the day. Kaelyn is sitting in the living room watching TV after a morning at the dentist. Pierce is fussy, so as I’m typing this I’m wearing him in my Tula gently swaying to Explosions in the Sky. I don’t know if it’s the music, or the dreary day outside, or the amount of time that’s passed. But I’m ready.
Did I tell y’all we’re going camping over Labor Day weekend? I am so excited!!
Good afternoo – er… Morning. Good Morning.
Hell, I’m so tired I don’t even know what time of day it technically is. (I can thank Pierce and his epic fight against gas last night for that one.)
Offer breast, pump, bottle feed, wash parts, repeat. Every 3 hours. All day. Every day. This is what we’ve been doing for the past week or so.
It’s been a tough journey. But a journey that we will continue, and figure out! I’ll get Pierce back on-tap soon. I know he’s stubborn, but I’ve definitely got him beat in that department. I mean, where do ya think he got it from?