He seems so small, but when I see pictures from the past so I can see how fast he`s growing.
I miss the little baby.
But at the same time, I think that time is the hardest.
You never know what they want and I have never succeed breastfeed my children.
I have a grief over that this is my last child, because I do not think I will do it again.
Out of pure love, I would love to.
It is just the energy to the sleepless nights that are missing.