Mish’s POV
It isn’t long before Wes’s smile fades, sleep taking him instead.
Exhaustion, bone deep exhaustion creeps in but I don’t let it win. Can’t let it win as the nurse enters.
She quiet, careful as she approaches, the look in her eyes telling me just how much she hopes not to wake Wes.
“Nothing wakes him” I smile, try to smile.
“I just came to see if you needed some help with your first feed” she whispers, almost too quiet for me to hear.
I look down and almost on cue our boy begins to squirm in my arms, his little fists curled tight as his face begins to scrunch.
A soft chuckle leaves me before I look back to the nurse, “that would be great”.
The most natural thing in the world. . . Is apparently not so natural. The process taking what seems like forever for our little boy t
