Sunday Best

Today is the very last Sunday with my 11 month old. Tomorrow she is one. waaaaaahhhhhh. That's how I feel. The first months of a newborn are brutal. It's true. They are amazing and give you these highest of high feelings of love, but they also give you these crazy waves of exhaustion and overwhelm you to the brink of insanity. They pass and then new firsts begin. Smiles, giggles, talking and walking and mastasis. That was a first for me this time around. 4 times. You get a clogged milk duct, excruciating pain, chills, fever and exhaustion. The worst part is if you don't get the clot out, by excessive force, you will be in the hospital having it surgically removed. But I DID IT. Breastfed and nurtured my Shay Bae Bae everyday for a year. A crunchy side of me is super proud of it. I gave you everything I had for a year and never left your side Shay Shay. I'll always be here ready to love on you and give you all I have. You decided to switch to walking full time two days ago so I guess the baby days have passed and you are a toddler. How about we start sleeping through the night like a toddler now?