“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.”
George Bernard Shaw
Get this: Fig has gone down for her nap three days in a row without me, or my breasts.
Here’s how things have gone down:
Big Daddy-O takes the girls out for a stroll to a park with a picnic lunch while I get some work done. When they return, I hide out in the basement so that Fig won’t see me and say, “boobie,” as she typically does around noon.
The next thing I know, my husband is descending the stairs to tell me that Fig is asleep. No breast-milk, no bottled-milk, just a little cuddle from her dad before she hits the crib.
This is progress.
My breasts have been uncomfortably full each day by about four o’clock, but that won’t last long. I must admit though, they sure filled out my bathing suit nicely yesterday. (We’ll skip the photos today.)