Newborn Trenchies

Added the i to make it cutesie.

Another full day of wearing pajamas and engaging in close to zero social interaction besides baby talk to a human who doesn’t even understand what I’m saying and can barely even see my face. I didn’t know what pain was until I spilled 4 ounces of freshly pumped milk. I almost dropped to my knees in absolute agony. My newborn is starting to look more and more like my husband, excited to see what he looks like once he stops changing features every second of every day. My hubby goes back to work tomorrow and I’m scared shitless. Anyone have advice on how to manage primarily pumping and ad lib breastfeeding with an every 3-4 hour schedule to maintain supply while still having to feed your baby said milk?! :/ He’s outgrown his newborn clothes already and is onto size 1 diapers. They were right, coffee is always consumed cold nowadays. How do we function on such broken sleep? And how does my intuition just know my son will wake up as soon as I attempt to lay him down on a surface other than my own body? Still confused by the active sleep noises. You thought they were gonna be all cute and precious right? Absolutely not, my boy is role playing a baby Dino hatching in Jurassic world every 5 minutes with eyes closed and sound asleep. An actor, he is. Swear he knows when I try to pump like there’s a smell I release or something into the air to signal him to start crying his eyes out. Just trying to make you food, good sir. Will I ever sleep more than 4 hours straight ever again? What time is it and where even am I? Why da fuq should I care about wake windows? The smiles are the absolute cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, even if it means he’s about to have a mean blowout and need an outfit change. All temporary, you can do this.

And this is what happens when you try to write down all your thoughts in a span of 10 minutes while you’re baby nap trapped. I’m not even gonna edit any of it to make a storyline or coherent flowing thoughts because you deserve to see the mess. It’s 10 minutes, but make it cutesie LOL. Happy Monday folks. Sistah Ceej loves you!