It took three babies to make me a little more relaxed about having a baby.
Trying to nurse a baby to sleep that just won't settle down and stop looking around:
Old Debra would have started whining something like "he's tired and what is wrong with me as a mother that I can't get my baby to sleep" or somesuch silliness.
New Debra's like, "meh." Lay him on the bed and try again in 10 minutes.
And this is what I get for such profound personal growth.
All on his own.
One of my favorite parts of the night.
Trying to nurse a baby to sleep that just won't settle down and stop looking around:
Old Debra would have started whining something like "he's tired and what is wrong with me as a mother that I can't get my baby to sleep" or somesuch silliness.
New Debra's like, "meh." Lay him on the bed and try again in 10 minutes.
And this is what I get for such profound personal growth.
All on his own.
One of my favorite parts of the night.
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