When baby was first born and would wake up at night to nurse I’d sit up, turn the light on, grab the boppy pillow and my haakaa, nurse him while staring daggers at my peacefully sleeping husband, then properly burp him, change his diaper, and get him reswaddled before laying him back down. Now, at just over a month in, when he wakes to feed I just lay on my side in the dark and use my finger to feel to get my nipple in his mouth and give him 8 or 10 solid pats and hope he burps before plopping him back in his bassinet and putting my earplugs back in 🤷🏼‍♀️😂 motherhood at its finest am I right ladies? 😅😅😅