First Time:
Breastfeeding is done in the privacy of my bedroom – complete with a perfectly-placed My Brest Friend pillow, a brand new pink Bravado nursing tank and an online breastfeeding log.
Second Time:
Breastfeeding is done at my kitchen table – baby is in a one-armed cradle hold while I eat a Chipotle Carnitas bowl while donning a ratty, stained tee pulled up to my shoulders.
First Time:
A week after delivery, I’m physically feeling a little pep in my step.
Second Time:
A week after delivery, I feel as though my pelvic floor will fall out of my body if I so much as sneeze.
First Time:
Completely sleep deprived and exhausted.
Second Time:
Completely sleep deprived and exhausted with a three-year-old who is most decidedly NOT sleep deprived and exhausted.
First Time:
Could spend hours staring at my sweet, sleeping baby.
Second Time:
Yeah. That one pretty much hasn’t changed.
(Looking at Wito’s newborn photos, it’s uncanny how much these two resemble each other. Siblings FTW!)
What about you? What am I forgetting, first time/second time-wise?
