That's the number of hours per week I spend nursing. On average. That's damn near a full time job, people. To say nothing of my other kid, household crap, and, oh yeah, my paid work.
Just a few short days ago it was even worse. I went back to feeding on both breasts each feeding and that seems to have worked wonders. The best I can figure, my oversupply/hindmilk/foremilk issue worked itself out and she was actually too hungry for just one side. I'm now getting one stretch of 5+ hours somewhere in the night. It's not much, but you cannot imagine how it helps. Or perhaps you can.
Yesterday was a no-good awful day. Way too awful to write down the blow-by-blow. Suffice it to say that by the end of the day I'd moved past crying right into laughing because of the overwhelming nature of it all. None of it was really that bad. Just meltdowns for everyone and a healthy dash of ironic problems thrown in for fun. By the time Todd got home I was wreck and we had to have a talk. The talk involved the word "appreciation", reiterated throughout for greater effect. We'll see.
Today is much better, as the hormone pendulum makes its way back. Hopefully I'll get to linger at the midpoint for a while.