Today is Thomas' birthday and I am thinking about how blessed I am to have such a wonderful and helpful husband. I really could not function without him. I had forgotten how taxing it is both physically and emotionally to have a brand new baby and I can’t imagine doing it without him.
Somehow, the La Leche League ladies fail to mention in their informative pamphlets just how glamorous breast feeding can be in the beginning. My poor husband comes home after a long day of work and cautiously peaks his head through the door, unsure of what he will find. I have greasy hair, bad breath and leaky breasts. Ridley irritates me at least twice a day. She constantly wants to be on my lap, along with Berkeley, Sterling and Oliver. I feel like I need 14 pairs of hands and 4 laps to accommodate everyone in my house. There is just not enough of me to go around. I know every mom feels like this sometimes, but at times it seems so overwhelming.
Thomas turns 30 today, so tonight I decided to blow caution to the wind and go out for dinner with my husband. After Oliver drained the two enormous grapefruits I have attached to my chest, I brushed the 2 inches of fuzz off of my teeth, dabbed on some lip gloss, threw in some nursing pads and hit the town. We had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed some much needed time out of the house and away from the demands of parenthood!