See...here's the thing: I love the daytime. We wile away the hours snuggling, going for long walks, and napping together between feedings. But the nights are so tough. I guess it's knowing that when my head hits the pillow, I have less than three hours until I will need to feed and change him again that really gets to me.
So today, I am breaking out the breast pump and hoping that by tonight, I can hand off a feeding to my patient, loving and completely supportive husband...who wants to help. I am hanging on to this hope...wish me luck!