I love nursing my son. I really do.
But sometimes the responsibility feels, well, overwhelming.
It was time to take a break.
In a way I had to prove to myself I could get away if I wanted too.
Last night I headed to a friend’s party. I nursed Little Bean right before I left. Had a bottle all ready for the husband and ENJOYED MYSELF. No worries. No guilt.
Well… a little worries.
When I’m nursing, I kinda feel like a ticking time bomb. I’m definitely on a clock so to speak.
I was gone for 5 hours total. When I got back I pumped and then nursed Little Bean.
He survived. I survived. And most importantly The Husband survived. It was his first time home alone with his two boys.