1:40am – Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my day starts at 1:40 in the morning. I hear Jack start to fuss, but choose to lay in bed for a few minutes to see if he’ll lull himself back to sleep.
1:50am – Nope, no lulling took place. I get Jack out of his bassinet and walk him down to his nursery. I used to feed him in my bed, but he’s getting bigger and it’s just more comfortable to feed him in the glider.
1:51am – Unswaddle Jack, change his diaper, and feel a deep sense of resentment over the fact that men can’t breastfeed. I sit down in the glider, in a zombie trance, and pray Jack stays awake long enough to make this nursing session worth it.
2:15am – Jack has fallen asleep whilst eating, something I’ve only done once, when I was severely intoxicated. I put him back in his bassinet and whisper in his tiny baby ear, Please give mommy a few more hours. Please. I crawl back in bed.
4:45am – Ah, the familiar cries of a baby with shit in his pants.
4:45 – 5:15am – Change and attempt to nurse Jack (he’s not interested), crawl back into bed.
5:20am – Cory’s ALARM goes off, Jack cries, and I want to shoot someone.
5:20 – 6:20am – Cory goes on his morning run, I lay in bed with Jack, dozing on and off, but don’t actually let myself fall asleep because I have a fear of rolling over and suffocating my baby. (I’m crazy.)
6:20am – Cory is super invigorated after his morning run, while I wonder out loud: When will I not feel exhausted?!
6:23 – Roll out of bed, looking like a straight up QUEEN, per the usual. Quite concerned my breasts may explode, hashtag *~breastfeeding probz~*.
6:23 – 7:15am – Cory and I both get ready for the day. He looks handsome. I put on yoga pants.
7:15 – 7:45am – Nurse Jack, burp Jack, milk myself. Become frustrated by the lack of updates on Facebook and Instagram between 4:45 and 7:15am.
7:50am – Consider Cory’s request for the purchase of a “breast milk freezer.”
I know, I know – it needs to be organized. It’ll happen.
8:00 – 8:30am – Eat breakfast, respond to emails, entertain Jack by turning on the ceiling fan #MotherOfTheYear
8:30 – noon – I set up shop on the couch with my baby and all my electronic devices (phone, laptop, remotes) within arm’s reach, just in case Jack should fall asleep on me. Nothing’s worse than a baby falling asleep on you and having your iPhone out of reach. Nothing.
(*No, I don’t sit on the couch for 4 hours straight, but I do spend a lot of time holding Jack, nursing him, responding to business emails, eating snacks and watching FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS, etc.)
Noon – 1:30pm – Business phone calls. Lunch for me is PB&J, lunch for Jack is The Right Side.
2pm – Snack. Wonder how in the HELL it’s only 2pm. Tummy time for Jack. I lay on the floor with him and fight sleep with every fiber of my being. I consider folding laundry, but hastily decide against it.
2:30pm – Google: why doesn’t my baby take naps?
2:30 – 3something – Honestly? I just look and coo at Jack and almost happy cry because I feel beyond blessed. He’s mastering the social smile, and my heart nearly explodes each time he look straight at me and smiles. At the risk of sounding lame and cliche, there’s nothing better.
4:15 – 4:45pm – Nurse. Again. Watch more Friday Night Lights/fall in love with Kyle Chandler.
5ish – 6ish – Jack falls asleep (!!) on me, so I continue to watch FNL/scroll through Instagram and wait for Cory to get home so we can EAT.
6:00 – 8:30pm – Make tacos, drink Bold Rock. This is the time of day I can get blog work done, and Cory hogs Jack. Another cliche alert: Watching Cory with Jack is another thing that makes my heart explode. He is so good with him.
9:00 – 9:45pm – Nurse Jack, get him to sleep, pump, clean pump, crawl in bed and pray to God that Jack gives me at least a four hour stretch.
9:46pm – Passed out.