Night reading

After a rough night with both kids not very keen on sleeping, I struggled a bit all day. See, tomorrow, Henri is turning 8 months. How did that happen? It also means that I’m going back to work in 4 months, and that he’s starting daycare in about 3 months. In very mature words, i don’t wanna. I feel like ptsd made me miss his first 6 months and I want them back! Doesn’t help that I have to organize his little 0-6 months clothes and I’m struggling to let them go. I’ll never have another baby...

(Ps: yes, I know I’m lucky. Lucky to live in a country that allows such a long maternity leave, lucky to have had a second child. I’m aware and grateful. But I still struggle because I’m not ready to turn that page, even though I can’t have another, for very serious medical reasons, and because two is a lot already as I’m solo)