Every time I sit down to write Ivy's birth story I get overwhelmed and have to stop. Or she wakes up and wants to eat. For an hour.
My milk came in on Friday, which lead to lots of singing ("Friday, Friday, lettin' down on Friday..."). And then I think it came in a second time, because Ivy suddenly can't get enough! I haven't really had a break from nursing today. She's pretty happy right now, but any minute she's going to figure out that her hands don't have any milk in them.
So far Ivy is an excellent, albeit leisurely nurser. I guess she figures we don't have anywhere to be—which is mostly right. I'm looking forward to feeling a bit more normal (and energetic? maybe?) and resuming some of my regular activities. But I'm also finding it very difficult to imagine doing anything other than snuggle at my little girl.