This Love and Some Chocolate
It's 4am. I'm beyond tired. Beyond emotional. Beyond being able to function aside from the pumping I'm doing. I do not have the energy to walk down to the nicu one more time. But my milk came in with the last feeding at 11, so I have to pump to keep my supply up. He has plenty of pumped milk with him down there, and they will feed him by syringe when I don't make it to the 5am feed. I'm pumping and trying to stay awake as I listen to The Husband snore on the couch by the window. I was looking through pictures I've taken over the last couple of days, and I realized something: I have few words when it comes to watching The Husband with our newest babe.
Every time I see him hold Oliver, my heart swells because he ADORES that boy. Every time I see him gently rub their noses together or cuddle him close or speak softly to him telling him how much he loves him, I swoon.
He's kind of over-the-moon for our Olli, and I'm kind of over-the-moon for them both. 😍
Also, he got me the best early Christmas present you could give a hungry, hormonal, nursing-constantly momma: the most delicious chocolate from the neatest place out there. ❤🍫
So, I could be a puddle because of that, too. It's possible. I'm going to finish this pumping business and go eat some before trying to rest more. I can't wait to see Oliver at 8am, but I also can't wait to see the back of my eyelids.