Ellie
Having a baby was hard. Being a mother was harder.
Ellie had known that it would be, but it wasn't until about two weeks in when she was running on empty, after only getting a minimum of four hours of sleep in a row per night, feeling like her brains were made of mashed potatoes, and her body still wasn't hers, that she suddenly realized that the hard part didn't end when she pushed the baby out. Her boobs were huge and they hurt like h*ll, regardless of whether or not there was a little glutton latched on to one of them. When her tiny daughter wasn't there filling herself up until she was so milk-drunk she looked like she was totally wasted, Ellie had to worry about leaking all over herself. But that wasn't the only bodily fluid she had to worry about. H*ll, it wasn't even the onl
