Since this is my blog, and I can say what I want, I'm going to be honest here...
This is not easy!
I know no one said it would be, but no one said it'd be this hard either.
I feel like I'm losing my mind.
My husband is right.
I've set unrealistic expectations for myself.
I anticipated having the house clean..
hair and make up done,
and dinner on the table
when husband gets home.
I'm lucky if I even brush my teeth.
My little girl is fussy.
I feel totally responsible because I'm still figuring out this whole feeding thing. I am at my wit's end with breastfeeding, and I don't know what to do. Today we are trying formula to see if she is a bit happier. She's been much more content, happy, and alert. So how am I to force myself to breastfeed her when I know something else makes her happy?
My mind can think of only one thing...
how to feed my child, and which method is best.
My head is spinning.
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