One of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. Breastfeeding. In the middle of the night master 2 year crawled in our bed as he did ritualistically. The demands for breast started before he ever even walked through the door. I ended up sandwiched between master 2 year old and master 8 month old. One would cry so I'd feed to sleep. Then the other would cry. So I'd roll over and feed him to sleep. Repeat that. All fucking night. The ass crack of dawn appears. And guess what? Master 2 year old wants boob. Again. Alas. So does master 7 month old. I kick them both out of the bed for an attempt to go back to sleep for even 30 more seconds of sleep time. Nope. "Mum, boob?" Angry, tired, and honestly, fed up with the past 6 months if demands I shouted. I SAID NO FUCKING BOOB NOW GET OUT PLEASE. I snapped. Finally. I broke. His little face. His bottom lip poked out. His eyes welled up. Not understanding, he bolted. I was so exhausted, I didn't even bother to go run after him. Then I felt even worse. I did fall back asleep. And when I woke up, I immediately called my doula. We have a plan in place for boundaries. And I can already see the light at the end of the tunnel. Mums. Please reach out. We aren't meant to do this alone. ❤️😘 .
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