Breastfeeding is hard work. I used to silently judge those who gave up just because it was hard. I now understand why so many people give up on it. We are currently dealing with mastitis and thrush. We're not giving up, but it would be so easy to. I can understand. The exhaustion. The pain. All the medication. It's frustrating. Luckily, through it all, she's still nursing well. So I'm hanging in there for my little chunky cheeks.
Bathing her is hard work. There are so many cute rolls and folds to try to get in. While she's screaming and slippery. Then trying to dry her, while she's screaming. Not as easy as you think.
The constant diaper changes are hard. This diaper rash that we can't seem to get to go away. We've tried everything you can imagine. It's hard on your heart. You hate to see your little munchkin in pain. You hate that you can't make it better no matter what you try or how often you change her.
Sleeping is hard. You think a few 3 hour stretches is plenty. It's not. Especially when you're up for an hour in between those stretches.
Being remotely functioning before noon is hard work. With feeding and diaper changing and just trying to get the day going, I'm lucky if I've showered and gotten out of my pajamas by 1pm most days.
I look in those beautiful little eyes and I know it's all worth it, but that doesn't change the fact that it's hard. Really hard.