Dearest Kayla,
First and foremost, I want you to know I love you. Though you haven been the easiest baby I've known, you have the smiles, the moves, the voice that papa and I adore.
You just drove mommy thru the roof an hour ago. You were sleepy, u want the breast, but u're not breastfeeding. You're smoothing yourself with me... Mommy really dun like it, mommy refused to give in even though you cried. The man who loves me enough to have married me, aka your father, took over and you wailed and screamed at him. He told me you looked at him like he killed your father... Despite his many attempts to reduce the tension between u and him, u still reject him. Let mommy remind u, he dint kill your father, he is your father and you almost kill his wife. Whahaha. He still loves you despite the unreasonable behavior.
Kayla, you've turned 1, you're almost walking. You're toddler and you're now a very active girl. You perspire buckets of fluid everyday but ate like an infant. You loves mummy's milk, u eat food like a bird, 2 to 3 teaspoon of food on good days. 1 or none on other days. You are still waking up 2-3 times a night. That's also an infant's timing. You're baby no more.
I'm happy that I breastfed u until now. But u should be taking more than that by now. It should only be exclusive until 6 months. Your size and growth makes mommy jittery. Your food intake makes me hopeless abt u sleeping thru the night. My eyebags and my lifeless breasts have gained their "permanent resident" status on me. The sleep-starved mommy isn't easy to live with, then little Kay will have to suffer with papa and gor gor. You can help all of us here. You're to call the shots now.
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