We're "only" 6 months in with ds1. But today...
have managed to walk 3 miles to and from antenatal yoga with DS in the ergo carrier. My first real exercise since I was 38 weeks preggers.
I breastfed him while walking to the class, in the carrier.
DS was an angel all through the yoga class.
He fell asleep immediately on leaving and I'd still asleep on my chest in the carrier now.
He's had all his scheduled naps.
And I've managed to neck a flat white. And send some coherent emails to the blacksmith who's making our fireguard.
This isn't even a stealthy boast. It's an out and out crowing. Today is the first day in WEEKS I've felt like a successful mother AND person-I-was-pre-baby.
Imagine it will all fall apart this afternoon- but AIBU to really fucking love this moment of feeling competent... even... in control????