A record of the journey to "be a Ma Ma Ma, 2 months and 13 days."🤱

🤗 Hi. My name is Min. I have a little son named Timer.

At 35, we are "sleep is important," and having children is beyond imagination. 😅

🎈 before having a younger brother, we always have the idea that there is no child. Children are what if they have to come or come or no. At the end, I will reserve a nursing home 😅 (never thought of having children, can't even imagine myself.

👶 when I realized my sister was here, I was confused about the pregnancy test for half a day before I could tell my husband, and I was very pregnant.

🤰 when I was pregnant, I imagined I was going to sleep because sleeping was important to me, and parenting, day to my grandmother, night to the forest to feed my milk, and I was sleeping.

🏥 when I was born, I was a maternity maa, I was sleeping in a chilling dissection, the size of a very short warning, and I still thought that my baby was buckling in my belly, 😂 the surgery went through very smoothly, and I started to go into a sudden template mode, and I tried to get up and walk as fast as I could, despite the pain, I was broken, I fought, the only reason I wanted to see my baby's face, I wanted to feed my baby, and I set an alarm clock to pump milk every three hours. But the milk pipe didn't open all the pain. The milk didn't come out to drip. The nurse massaged it. It hurt a lot, but I fought. The milk still didn't go out. I had to go to the masseuse to open the milk pipe because I wanted the baby to eat this milk. The power of the mother officially started until I was amazed by myself too.

🤱 cut to real life. I'm a 24-hour stepmother about knowing.

😂 Mano1: Grandma, Grandma, Full-Coordinated Daycare

Reality: Grandma is a rookie, like Ma Ma.

The most reliable thing to rely on is chat gpt and dribbling clips, development clips online.

😂 Mano2: Night for the forest, Dad. Ohh, I'll sleep.

Reality: I have to pump my milk every three hours. Dad works back, he faints, he's sad, he helps me. I'm the main one at night.

🎉 Present: When did I sleep? It's a question that doesn't have an answer. 😂 Every 3 hours of waiting for a breast pump passes very quickly. I don't dare to close my eyes at night. I'm afraid I won't wake up when my baby cries. I'm afraid I'm asleep and I wake up, I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy, I don't do anything. My brain doesn't command, I'm afraid of my baby's chart when I can't cry. I'm looking at my baby, I'm waiting for the breast pump.

And raising a child that's like a random Secret every day. Where do you get dipping today? Some days it's easy to dipping. Some days it's easy to dipping a Secret. It's hard to guess. 😮‍💨

🫨 Conclusion: The question is how tired it is. The answer is very tired, wholeheartedly longing for 8 hours of sleep. 😅😅😅

And a new test is coming in. I have to go back to work. How can I do? Just think and yearn for the child. Anyone who has a good trick to suggest how to be happy, must get away from the child to work. 🥺

💗 I'm Ma Ma, please encourage everyone in the world to gather myself. Fight with this happy fatigue together. Thank you for coming to read until the end.

# I'll grow up in time # First son 💓👶🤰 # Baby