10 weeks. 10 long, wonderful, horrendous weeks!
We have a run of days where she's so happy and content, sleeping 8 hours a night and waking for a feed in the middle.
Then a run of days where she just screams, she wants boob, no she wants formula, no she wants boob again.
Days where she'll take her dummy and settle wonderfully.
Days where she won't even close her lips around the dummy, just screams and spits it back at you.
Days when I'm a strong, content, confident mum.
Days when I am a tired, angry, frustrated, useless mum.
Nights when I get 7 hours broken sleep.
Nights when I get 3 hours broken sleep.
Nights when I look forward to going to bed knowing I have my happy, gurgling girl next to me.
Nights when the thought of going to bed fills me with horror and despair.
They're all parts of being a new mummy.
The highs are so much higher because of the lows, and even when I have the lows I have my babies and for that I am grateful.
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