This morning I managed to shower, actually wash my hair and get dressed in fresh, clean clothes. I came downstairs and you were just waking up for a feed. In between swapping breast, I changed your nappy and I ended up covered in projectile poo. I didn’t even know that was possible, but somehow poo ended up all over my chest. You were still hungry, but there was poo on my breasts, so I hopped back in the shower while your daddy held you and you screamed. We managed to finally finish off the feed and you went to sleep in your bassinet like a little angel.
I’m so tired I could cry. In fact, I have cried, several times today. It took me three hours to manage to make (and eat) my lunch, and I’ve lost count of how many loads of washing your daddy has done. Since the projectile poo this morning, I’ve also been hosed down with pee, and somehow poo ended up on our doona when a nappy leaked (thank goodness we have a spare). I love your daddy so much because throughout all of this we’ve still managed to hold each other and laugh.
Wolfgang, I don’t want you to think that I hold any of this against you. It’s actually quite the opposite. In amongst all the chaos, I keep thinking about all the things I adore about you. Here are just a few:
- I love the way your ears wiggle when you’re nursing.
- I love the squinty look you give me when I’m cradling you in my arms.
- I love how cute you look in zippy suits that are just slightly too big.
- And I can’t get enough of holding you close and smelling your little head.
We’re all in this together, and exhausted or not, I don’t think I could love our little family more.