Dude, this kid came hungry. No, hungry doesn't actually even BEGIN to sum it up. He came starving. I might even dare say that he came equipped with a full-fledged over-eating disorder. It is killing me. He drains both sides, and then, 30 minutes later, he is crying and rooting around for more. My boobs hurt so bad... I honestly feel like I am going to die. It was NEVER like this with Kort. I wasn't at all prepared for this. It got so bad today, that I would latch him on, curl my toes, stifle a scream so as not to scare my little guy, and then cry through the whole 40 minute nursing session. He REFUSES to (okay, or just plain can't) latch on to my right side properly, so it stings and burns the. whole. time. he. nurses. It is mind blowing. To add to the melting pot of insanity, my hormones are making me nuttier than a squirrel turd, and my house looks like a bomb went off (which also makes me want to bawl).
Then, in an effort to lift my spirits, I do a mini photo shoot with Tentens...then I edit the images while he sleeps on my chest...and I feel like everything is going to be okay...and I'm reminded that all of the pain, and stress, and exhaustion is totally worth it... because the opportunity to raise this darling little person is so, so choice. In fact, it is all I have wanted. (And yes, I still even want to do it again...and possibly again after that.) I sure love him. He is growing so, so fast. He is already interacting with us in the most satisfying ways. Looking intently into our eyes, smiling, squeaking, yawning... it's all so great. So, without further ado, I give to you:
Our delicious Mr. Tentens.