...and it's not due to the baby...
Well, I guess it is - technically. I don't mind the nursing, I enjoy it. I love having my sweet boy in my arms, sleeping on my shoulder. My problem is when my four OTHER children *attack* me in their attempt to kiss and love on lil' Micah.
Especially in the mornings. I am NOT a morning person. Yet the first thing I have to do upon waking is nurse the baby. If the other children are awake and find out baby Micah is awake - WATCH OUT!
Bye, bye bubble~
You know, that imaginary - yet oh-s0-important "bubble" of space surrounding your body that is just yours. You are NOT supposed to invade other people's bubbles without permission.
Kids just don't get that.
And I like my bubble. I need my bubble. My bubble is not shrinking...........it is GONE!
*big ol' sigh*
On the bright side, I'm so happy all my babies love each other so much.
I really *try* to remember that as they jump all over me, ripping my nipple out of the baby's mouth - causing me to cry out in agony. Yup, I try.....