I Married The Cat! (A stampylongnose fanfiction)

A Mother's Life

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Willow's POV

Being a mom is hard! With Jake at work all day now, I was alone taking care of Harper. He constantly cried while i tried to get things done. There was laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning, everything. I often breast fed him while holding a pot. Jake helped a little when he got back from work, but he worked at an office and he always came back and tried to do some paperwork while he was exhausted and cranky. We often fought and ended the night in tears from both me and Harper. Stampy had went away to a convention that I couldn't have gone to because of the baby. But soon, I got into a rhythm. I would feed Harper at 2:00 AM, sleep for another three hours, then get up and do the laundry, empty the dishwasher, make some breakfast, then sit down with a coffee. Then Harper would wake up and I would feed him, change his diaper, then walk around with him for a little while until he fell asleep. Then I would clean the breakfast dishes, make myself some lunch, switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer, and FaceTime Stampy. Then Harper would wake up and I'd feed him then we'd go to the store to get food and diapers. We would then come home, I'd Feds him and change his diaper, put him down for an afternoon nap, fold and put away the laundry, make some dinner, vacuum the living room and mop the kitchen, then sit an wait for Jake to come home. The we'd eat dinner and he would go do his paperwork and we would all hang until about 10:00. Then we'd go to bed and start the day over. The routine was good, but I wished that I had more time to hang out with my brother and friends. I never went out anymore with Amy and Salem and Squaishy and all them because I had the baby. Often they would come over and we would hang out. We ended getting our on small routine where we would take turns taking care of Harper. I think that Amy is his favourite. He's smiles at her all the time. Harper was growing fast. He learned to keep his head up and how to sit up quickly. He was soon saying mama, but I never taught him to say dada. As far as I was concerned, he didn't have one. Instead, I taught him to say Uncle. He says unca. I loved my little Harper. I wasn't sure what I would without him