Guys. Whoa. Motherhood (& life for that matter) is just a constant roller coaster. Turns out, as adult-like as I become, the more I learn that none of us have it figured out. Today was so wonderful in so many ways. My hubs and I had a moment to reconnect after a crazy weekend, we went to a Boulder brewery and got to introduce Levy to some loving friends on a beautiful day, I looked like this ⬆️ for a split second.. I mean, all was good. We left late for our hour long drive home and Levy needed like 6 naps after the day she powered through (she gets serious FOMO while we’re out, to where she won’t eat well or get a good nap in). So instead of sleeping in the car, this landed us singing Itsy Bitsy Spider for about 30 minutes on repeat on the drive so she wouldn’t be completely losing it. Then we got home and I tried to feed her and for the life of me, my milk would not drop. (Likely due to my stress from her crying) She lost her shit. She was so upset she wasn’t getting milk immediately and I was so upset at my body for not giving her milk on demand. I was nearly in tears, exhausted and defeated, ready to give her a bottle instead of continuing to watch her scream while I tried to relax enough for milk to arrive. Mike stepped in and eventually milk came when I nursed while bouncing on a yoga ball with hubs singing the trusty spider jam until Lev was finally full and passed out. . All this to say: it’s all ups and downs and we are all just doing the best we can with what we got, without a clue of what we’re really doing. 🤷🏼♀️ 🕷 😴 🥛 Anyone with me on this?