That time when I momentarily suffocated my infant while breastfeeding, because I wanted to reach over to get my phone so that I could chat with my MOTY ladies.
Who am I kidding. Not "that" time. It was "those" times.
Cracked nipples. Sleep deprivation. Public tantrums. Our only reward is our children? Kidding. Mostly.
We love our kids. They drive us crazy. We write about it instead of going insane.