My last days at home. 3 months has flown by. I was only just starting to feel normal again after the first month, so this gave me a whopping 2 months to figure everything else out. Going back to work now will be rough, considering we’re still not sleeping through the night. At most I get 5 hrs at a time and that is on an especially good night, sometimes its no more than 2 hours…ugh. My attempts at any real schedule have been pretty fruitless.
That’s his sucker punch for me. He’s becoming a real fighter now, a real tough guy…arms punching and legs kicking. And I’ll sure need a good punch to get through my work day on 2+ hours of sleep.
We haven’t been separated for more than 5 hours at a single time since his birth. 5 is our magic number here. Now we’ll be separated at least 11 hours a day, 4 days in a row. During this separation time my boobs will need to maintain his only source of sustenance.
Aside from worrying about some separation anxiety I’m worried about keeping my boobs flowing without him yelling at them to work 24/7. Maybe a skype session can help with that, while I sit in the ladies bathroom stall with my pump? Oh the joy… It really seems more appealing to be an African tribal native about now. 
My job would involve sitting out in an open plain with my babe on my breast, while I work hard at making clay pots or mashing some kind of grub for the menfolk when they get home from their hunt.
