Eating back my words

I told myself I would take it easy. I would rest all I want and let others take care of my little newborn.

But then I saw this little one and my heart melted.

3.00am he’s asleep and I’m still awake – I don’t know why. And I can’t stop pondering on when the hell is my breast milk coming…

Motherhood of another newborn at 32 feels really different for me from when I was 26 and amateurish.