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Beautiful Florence and the Sleep Deprivation Beast πŸ’–

Hello Beautiful People, 
The reason I’m feeling a bit flat today as opposed to my previous post about my parenting win with my first born Princess, is because I’ve felt like I’ve been drowning in epic parenting fail moments with my youngest Princess over the last 24 hours 😬
So I had my first baby at 17 and my last baby at late thirty something (see what I did there, avoided saying my age because if I keep up the lie of not knowing how old I am Ill never have to face the truth πŸ˜œπŸ‘ŠπŸΌ) 
All I can say is thank f$&k I’ve done this so many times before because there are so many parenting moments you can’t prepare for or even remember exist with each new baby you have. I would surely have gone mad by now and would be making sure this was my only baby if I didn’t know the tough times like these don’t last. 
The unconditional love and hugs always, eventually outweighs the tough and gross stuff…… I did say eventually right……😏
My beautiful mini me Princess Florence and I have been threw some trying moments in the last few days with non-stop breastfeeding due to a three month growth spurt 😁
I swear my already gigantic boobs are going to look like gigantic deflated pancakes after all this breastfeeding…….Flapping around in the breeze…..Sounds hot right?…..😳
Nights consist of moments like these: 
When you’ve been marathon feeding and awake for hours and you try to put her down but she cries so you pick her back up and she spews curdled breastmilk…..straight down your top, right down your cleavage…. nothing feels more disgusting than warm vomited curdled milk between your boobs…….. 
But you’re so miserably f$&ing exhausted that you use the top you’re wearing to clean it up, take the f$&cker off, toss it on the floor in your room and sleep in your cheap crappy Kmart maternity bra instead of finding clean PJ’s πŸ˜ͺ 
And of course let’s not forget before all this happened there was an epically f$&@ed moment, were after dinner I thought “hmmm that spaghetti and garlic bread was delicious, oops looks like some sauce left on that finger” only to lick said finger and get a mouth full of the distinct taste of baby shit, sudo derm cream and curash powder…….. πŸ˜πŸ˜–πŸ˜©πŸ˜° 
Ughhhhh f$&@ing kill me now, sleep deprivation is an ugly evil bitch out to make you do some nasty shit in your state of delirium!! I swear I washed my hands after the fiftieth nappy change and before dinner!!
Man this parenting gig is neither win nor lose really, it’s all about how you roll with the shit… Literally….. If I didn’t grab a camera and laugh at myself in these moments Id probably fall in to a fetal position sobbing, begging for a Valium (it’s ok if I beg for a Valium anyway right?)
Lucky Florence is one of my beautiful people because today isn’t feeling so beautiful! If theres one thing that experience has taught me, it is to look for the beautiful moments amidst the grossness and chaos. So for the rest of the day to find peace and beat that sleep deprivation beast, bubba and I will remain in PJ’s snuggling, only waking to feed πŸ’–πŸ‘ŠπŸΌ

The taste of baby shit?….πŸ’©

Right down the front of me…..😳

At least she’s feeling better…..😏


Finding peace and slaying the sleep deprivation beast πŸ’–πŸ‘ŠπŸΌ

Author:

Hi my name is Noosha, I'm a Registered Nurse working in a busy major teaching and trauma hospital in Sydney. I'm also a busy Mumma to SIX kiddies ranging from 23 down to 18 months old. I love my job, my family, my life and live to help people!! I love the beautiful people I've created and the beautiful people I've met or yet to meet throughout my life 😊❀️

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