Utmost Respect

Last night my husband shared with me that he has the utmost respect for breastfeeding mothers. That made me feel so good because I'm exhausted. Utterly, completely, without a doubt exhausted. My life now consists of feeding, changing diapers, burping, and trying to nap when Hayden does (which isn't often right now). It's worth every minute, and in the words of Darius Rucker "it won't be like this for long." David and I don't want to wish away any of these days, but we do look forward to days when Hayden can lay on his own more and play and sleep for longer stretches at a time. I'm dealing with so many emotions. My poor husband. David has been fantastic. I really wish I could share just how wonderful he's been. He feels awful that he can't do more during the night, but knowing he's there for me makes me feel so special. I never doubted David would be a great father, but he's blown my mind with his patience and love and intuition with Hayden (and with me).