The last three days have been harder.
Willow's tongue tie makes it difficult for her to feed properly, so she's sleeping for shorter periods, waking up hungry, getting overtired and fussy. Vicious cycle.
As soon as I see her face in the morning, I forget the pain of losing sleep. But we are all still very fucking tired. I use the word fucking, because I mean it.
So thank-you to mum.
For coming around this morning and going for a walk with us.
For buying me a fresh juice.
For taking her off of my hands for three hours so I could have a nap.
But mostly for losing sleep for me 20 years ago, I appreciate it now.
From our walk this morning.