Long time lucker, rarely post but this week I felt I need to post something. Where is the maternal instinct with Sinead? Where is the need to get her wound healed? Is she not afraid of infection??
Don’t get me wrong, I love my nights out, but they were put on hold for a long long time to mind my precious babies and soak it all up….that baby smell, the cuddles, the one on one time, time that Sinead will never get back.
Nights out over cuddles with a precious baby. It’s just so heartbreaking to see. I just want to scoop up that baby and cuddle him….cuddle up on the sofa with a cuppa, movie and a sleeping baby…nothing in the world like it.
Where is she getting the energy from? I refused invites on so many nights out when I had my babies. Why? Because they become number 1 priority over getting legless. They become number 1 priority over drinking and getting content for IG.
This post isn’t coming from any hate, just genuine concern over both Sinead and little Jacob. This time goes by so quickly.
Wonder where Jacob is going drinking today or whose house is he staying in tonight