there are times when i seriously think i cannot do this anymore. cannot wake up for one more feeding. cannot change one more diaper. cannot listen to any more crying. cannot be a good mother.
and just when i’ve reached my breaking point (well, sometimes a little while after), he looks me straight in the eye with a look of sheer content…. and my heart melts all over again and i can persevere for at least one more feeding, one more diaper change, one more fussy spell.
unfortunately, that’s not how i feel at this precise moment (9:46 a.m.). right now i’m in the "i just can’t handle this" stage. and this is the stage where i get the most frustrated.