I'm a witch! Witch of remorse.
We have several przepłakanych days. Son was crying. I cried and I did. We had problems with the belly. Our days are transient under the title: crying, sleep walking, eating with grymaszeniem short, no piles, and again, crying and eating again and again with grymaszeniem crying, but this time my ... Everything was in NO. Already I began to fool. I no longer knew whether the baby can sleep in the second month is only 45 minutes? If what 45minut? If more than 3 minutes? A pile of doing every 2 days? Stupid I am. J este m g ³ ± stupid and his mother.
But this is not the worst. The worst thing is that at some point I lost cierpiliwość and (worse still) stopped normally like my child. I love it all the time very, very much, but when it either one hour off, screaming, angry, and nothing helped - either vertically or horizontally, or on the belly, or bacon, or cycuś or dry diaper, or walking, either in bed or lulając or "Colored Pencils" and "Old Bear" did not even help, then znielubiłam him. Then they flew tears, then I missed the old life, the old figure, flat stomach and my old, slim ass. . .
And now when this little nasty screamer disappeared, and returned my dear, lovely pisklaczek, when he slept the night of waking only to feed four, when I looked at the sleeping angel with the suction wydętymi cycusia ustkami, kicked at the end of the head and I felt terribly embarrassed. Terribly! And then I found that I am a witch! Witch of remorse. . . Instead of the ideal mother . . .
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