Baby love

No matter how tired and frustrated I am, all I have to do is take as little as five or ten minutes alone, and I miss my baby. The joy I feel when I look at his little face is amazing. I sit there crankily in the early morning or at night, waiting for my husband to bring him to me for nursing after changing his diaper (Yes, my husband is awesome.), and I see his sweet face and realize I’ve actually missed him while I was sleeping. It’s wild and wonderful and amazing.

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