Last night was rough. Ava was up every hour on the hour wanting to nurse. Starting at 11:00 p.m. Just when I would start to drift off I would hear the familiar squawk( ok maybe it was just a whimper) of a hungry baby. I was hoping she would notice my little temper tantrum as I strapped on the nursing pillow, but she didn't.

I wanted to calmly explain to her that I needed to get up at six, get Emily's lunch made, get her hair done, and get her on the bus.  I have a feeling that Ava would not have understood. I think she knows that she runs the show. But, this too shall pass. One day she will be getting on the school bus too and I will miss the days of nursing in the middle of the night and our three hour naps in the recliner.