All the stress of trying to make sure I have enough milk to feed the munchkin.
All the time spent pumping at work and at home in the evenings.
All the sleepless nights when he's teething.
All the rushing around in the mornings to get out the door after yet another outfit change.
All the messes to clean up after he flings a spoonful of baby food across the room.
All the handfuls of hair that he has yanked out while nursing.
All the laundry created by poo explosions and throwing up when I try to feed him finger foods.
All the rocking and soothing when he's gassy and screaming.
When I see this face
It's all so worth it.