Three hot messes.
Updated: Jan 4
I can remember one evening shortly after returning to work after maternity leave and coming home from work/daycare with both girls. Zeliah was only about four months old - tired, hungry, and still figuring out breastfeeding. Gwen was barely two, and probably didn’t like her dinner that night. They were both crying and as I sat in my kitchen, half undressed trying to breastfeed, with one crying baby on my lap and another crying kid in her high chair, I felt so defeated, tired and all I could do was sit there and cry with them. At which point my husband arrived home to three hot messes to deal with. God bless him. It wasn’t the only instant that all three of us ended up in tears together, but I’m glad to say we made it through those few tough months and life has certainly gotten easier!