New Adventure of Life

This past week has been an emotional week for me. And it was all centered on one thing... breastfeeding. I'm gonna be honest I'm sorta getting tired of breastfeeding. I've been losing sleep (which I knew was gonna happen with a baby) but it would be nice if I could just wake James up and tell him to make a bottle and feed Payton so I can sleep. I hate that I'm the one that always has to get up in the middle of the night to feed Payton. Don't worry I'm just venting... Anyways I'm sore. Every joint in my body hurts. My back hurts. Our mattress is on the floor so it's hard to get out of bed sometimes. I'm pretty sure my back is out of place and that is probably some of the problem. I feel like I'm constantly getting out of bed after I feed Payton so I can give him his pacifier that he spits out. I'm pretty sure I only get an hour and half or less of sleep in between feeding at night. This has been my problem the whole week. I've been tempted

The last month has been a big adjustment in our life. For me I have had to get use to little sleep and still being able to function while James is at work. He works four days a week and they are ten hour days, unless he has to stay over which is at least twice a week. I've been doing fine until this week. Last weekend (Wednesday- Saturday) we went up to Aniak to visit family and introduce Payton to his aunt, uncle, and cousins. It was a great weekend. The only downside was that we had to always hold Payton (which isn't really bad) since we didn't bring anything to put him in. We would lay him on the couch for a few minutes, but we had to be careful and make sure the pets wouldn't get to him. So I held Payton the whole time waiting in the airport in Bethel, on the plane, and then on the plane from Aniak to Bethel. Never realize how heavy a eight pound baby gets after awhile. My arms and upper back were killing me. When we got back on Saturday my back actually started hav