I know how lucky I am. My beautiful babies. My amazing life.
⚬You don't see the toddler who was, just minutes ago, having a melt down at my feet because Mummy couldn't come play with him until she finished feeding the baby.
⚬You don't see the fact that I have no clothes on under my robe, because while I did manage to sneak a shower this morning, there just hasn't been a chance since to actually get dressed.
⚬You don't see the baby that is clustering, feeding every fifty or so minutes and absolutely CAN NOT under ANY circumstances be put down.
⚬You don't see my lounge covered in Vegemite toast triangles and crumbs. The remnants of the toddler's breakfast, eaten in front of the TV this morning.
⚬You don't see the fact that I am getting by on Allens snakes and Powerade, because PND kills my appetite dead.
⚬You don't see the dried patches of breast milk all over the quilt because all this bloody clustering is making me leak like a tap, even while I sleep.
⚬You don't see the tears I cry because I have one, tiny child stuck to me the majority of the time, while I desperately miss my other child and being able to devote more of my time to him.
⚬You don't see the load of washing on it's 3rd cycle of being rewashed because I STILL haven't managed to hang it out to dry.
⚬You don't see the husband that over analyzes everything I say and do because he is trying to preempt me spiraling downwards again.
⚬You don't see the exhaustion, the frustration, the tantrums, the stitches, the pain, the mess... you don't see the reality.
Fact: Being a Mum is hard and raw.