A Day in the Life: Breastfeeding

I lay semi-awake in my bed, afraid to open my eyes for fear of not being able to close them again for quite sometime. I listen for the sound of the baby sleeping in the bassinet next to me. Not a peep, although the fullness in my breasts and wet spots on my shirt are what woke me, not him. I listen intently though, trying to figure out what time it is, or how many hours could have passed since I awoke last. I honestly have no idea these days; it could be 5 minutes or 5 hours. 

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