Ahhh, poor Nil came down with a case of bad stomach and a low-grade fever which meant that yours truly ended up on the night diaper and feed duty solo. He tells me that I’m lucky that he isn’t working otherwise I’d be going at it solo all the time but hey, that’s not going to fly with me.
Not such a bad thing, I tell myself. After all, I did go at it solo for four nights at the hospital.
A few hours later – in the morning, that is – and as I’m struggling with a barrage of after-effects from a solo night diaper & feed duty (sore eyes, back and all that), I realised that my little Eva isn’t exactly like how she was 13 days ago at the hospital. Back then, I didn’t have to change her diaper after every feed. She was certainly lighter (being heavier now isn’t necessarily a bad thing) so carrying her was easy work. And well, breastfeeding with milk in is certainly very different from breastfeeding with colostrum.
I sometimes wonder how single mothers cope with all this.