Sooooo, before I get to the blog post, I have to say thank you for sticking around even though I don’t blog all that regularly these days. I’m trying to get myself into something of a rhythm, but it hasn’t happened yet. 😉 The little guy just started teething, and he’s never really been one to nap well. So this mommy has VERY little free time… But it’s all for a season; and hopefully by this summer, I’ll be writing up a storm and documenting our family adventures! (AND I hope to document some of my own adventures too… I’m realizing that mommy needs some fun time of her own once in awhile). 🙂 But for now, yeah, thanks for sticking with me and my little blog! You all rock!!
If you were to ask me what the toughest part of being a mom so far has been, I’d have to say ‘breastfeeding’. Oh, man, it’s been a challenge. Like for something that’s supposed to be so natural, why is it so hard? Sometimes I wonder, why does my body hate me so? Why can’t my breasts work like faucets that I can just turn on and off, when needed? (I mean, wouldn’t that be convenient? I could fill up a pail in the morning and then not worry about it for the following 24 hours).
Instead, I am the milk maid on tap. I feed on demand, which is a daunting task when your chunky monkey decides that he is going to demand milk every two hours…. 24/7. (Yes, I have been waking up every two hours for the past 4 months, and I’ve taken about 5 naps in total. So thank God for under-eye creams that hide the circles, or else I’d probably scare small children). Every once in awhile, Brady will go a 3-hour stretch without eating. I don’t know what to do with myself on those days, I’m just so excited.
Seriously, I can’t keep up with the amount of liquids and food that I need to ingest during the course of a day. That’s what happens when you’re feeding a four-month-old who’s nearing 22 pounds. And it wouldn’t be so bad if I could eat all of my favorite foods, but my baby boy has a sensitive tummy. So as of Christmas Eve 2014, I’ve had to give up eggs (except for in extreme moderation), nuts, fish, all gassy veggies, pineapple, citrus, dairy, and soy.
Oh, and then there was the incident with the plumber… It’s too soon to blog about, but let’s just say that I now have an answer to the ‘what was the most embarrassing moment of your life’ question, should anyone ask.
Awhile back, not so long ago, I had told my husband that I want a T-shirt that reads, “Breastfeeding sucks… literally.” He said that was a bad idea for several reasons. One, ‘sucks’ is not really a nice word, especially now that I’m trying to set a good example for Brady. (Why is my husband so much more mature than me sometimes??). Secondly, there’s a very large movement to support breastfeeding moms (a movement that I fully support). So – you know – that kind of apparel would go against it, and – he’s right – I don’t want to go against such an important cause.
So needless to say, I’ve changed my mind about wanting that T-shirt. Mostly…
It’s just been hard. Frustrating. Confusing. And exhausting, painful, and overwhelming.