So, the other night I'm sitting on the couch with my husband and aunt while breastfeeding Silas. I had an itch on my forehead. Both hands were a little full; one with boob and one with baby. But I leaned in to scratch anyway. Fail. I slammed my face right into my boob. I boob punched myself.
Ten minutes later, sitting there in a nursing stupor, I realize that at some point Silas had detached himself and laid down for a nap. I was so freaking tired I hadn't even noticed. I just sat there holding my boob in my hand. It was like my nipple was watching TV.
Breastfeeding is hard work.
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