So J (my 3 month old son) was eating and got a bit distracted so he wasn’t actually latched on.
Cue a sharp finger nail being dug into my nipple.
Cue me screaming OW.
Cue J starting to cry.
Cue me frantically trying to calm him down. It ended with me saying “I’m sorry, I know you’re sorry, can we start over?” I’m sure he didn’t actually understand but it worked.
We leave for Calgary in 3 days. EEEK!
J is in the six month size already. I swear someone stretched him out the past couple of weeks. No more baby chub.
I didn’t get any of my goals done this weekend, but at least today is a new day and I can try again. The dishes were half done before I had to stop to nurse… next is the laundry and after that is something from the million things I need to get done before we leave.
