That's what Charlotte was saying as I was crying on my bed last night. Yesterday was hard. So. Very. Hard.
Matthew didn't go much longer than 20-30 minutes between nursing sessions yesterday. It makes it hard to do things like pick up your 4 year old from preschool and make lunch when your newborn has to nurse constantly. It makes it hard to pay attention to your increasingly jealous 2 year old when the baby is always on your lap. Char kept saying "Pick [me] up" and [Put that ]"Baby [in his] bed" all day. My heart was breaking. My stamina was gone. My nipples are still very sore. The house is coated in dog hair and the laundry needs folding. We did manage to get to the playground for a little while before supper, which helped the kids, but only made me more exhausted. When Richard got home and asked how my day went I cracked. I couldn't stop crying. The kids started running around, the dog started barking, and I couldn't take it anymore. I took the baby and went to bed. I stayed in bed until the kids were asleep, then I got up to nurse Matthew and watch a bit of TV, then went to bed again.
I feel so overwhelmed right now. I don't know how to do this.