I’ve officially had my first mental breakdown.

My baby is here after so many worries he wouldn’t be and losses, and I’m beyond happy.

I’m breast feeding and pumping with him, but I’m not producing enough. He’s eating literally every hour and I just can’t pump what he needs and I started bawling as he ate the 3rd bottle I had prepped for the night & it’s only midnight. My hisband keeps asking me what’s wrong, and I feel like I’m failing our baby because I’m not producing enough. God help me, I’m a wreck right now.