It’s a whole new concept now.
There’s no real rushing to be at a certain place at a certain time – as hard as I try it’s inevitable that it will not happen.
We’ve had two times where we’re set to go and I find myself sitting in a carpark breast feeding in the backseat of the car, boob hanging out bearing all.. and I honestly don’t care. All I want is for her to stop crying and when slowly the calm silence sets in I breathe, sit and take the moments to just be. There’s no rush, there’s no point.
Time is something that happens around me that I can’t partake in. My nights are my days and my days are my nights. At the moment it all blurs through and through.
All I can do is accept, enjoy and keep the little darling happy and calm.