This week was all about practicing. I practiced waking my ass up at 5:30am. I practiced leaving the house at 7:15. Theo practiced taking the bottle and being looked after by the nanny. Here’s how it went:
I fell asleep on the sofa before 7:00am two days in a row.
Theo went on a mini hunger strike. Bottle? I don’t want no stinkin’ bottle.
Day two, the nanny said she prayed for Theo—prayed he’d stop crying. Ugh. I prayed, too.
How are we going to do this? It’s been me, Theo, and my boobs all day, every day for almost 4 months. I don’t know who will do worse me or him.